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your info, Mr. Quarterback, I put them in the refrigerator in the teachers’ lounge this morning. I’m going to warm them up right before we get on the bus.”
    Still giggling, Ricky replies, “Good, then. It sounds yummy. I’ll take Mickey D’s.”
    I am completely unwilling to join in Ricky’s laughter. “Whatever, hater. Kevin, those sandwiches are probably going to be good. Thanks for thinking of me!”
    â€œAnytime, Gia,” Kevin replies. “I’m just glad my grandmother is letting me go. Do you know she asked Pastor Stokes if he thought there was going to be any tomfoolery on the trip?”
    I see that blank expression on your face. Yeah, I don’t know what tomfoolery means either. You’ll have to ask Mother Witherspoon. Knowing her, she’s praying against any and all tomfoolery and whatever else Kevin might get into.
    Obviously, she doesn’t know she’s got a lame for a grandson. Kevin wouldn’t know tom or foolery if they sat in his lap and patted him on the head!
    Ricky slaps Kevin on the back. “It’s cool, though, Kev. You’re going now, and we’re gonna have fun this weekend.”
    Kevin nods. “This is going to be my last weekend of fun for a while.”
    â€œWhy is that?” I ask.
    â€œGia! Did you forget our SAT prep class? I signed you up, and I’m going to be driving you every Saturday. My grandmother already talked to your mom.”
    â€œAll right! Spelman, here I come.”
    Ricky frowns and asks, “Why didn’t y’all sign me up?”
    â€œI didn’t think you’d want to go,” Kevin replies. “That’s me and Gia’s thing. We’ve been studying for the SATs since the eighth grade.”
    Kevin is telling the absolute truth. He and I have been learning SAT vocabulary words for the longest. We even picked our class schedules based on what would help us most on the test.
    Ricky nods slowly and starts to scribble in his notebook, with the frown still in place. Is someone feeling left out? Better yet, is this jealousy I detect?
    The bell rings and we rush out of the classroom, not waiting for Ms. Beckman to give us an official dismissal.
    Kevin turns in the direction of the teachers’ lounge and says, “I’ll see you on the bus, Gia.”
    â€œOkay.”
    Ricky is still standing in front of me, giving me evil side eye.
    â€œDude, what is it?”
    â€œG, I can’t believe you didn’t sign me up for the SAT prep. You know I never think to do stuff like that. I’m going to college too!”
    Am I his mama or something? Dang! Why do I have to remember to do stuff for him? I’m obviously not his girlfriend, so someone please explain. What part of the game is this?
    â€œSeriously, Ricky, there will be another SAT prep. Just get in the next class. Not a big deal.”
    â€œIt’s not a big deal that my two best friends are gonna be totally missing in action for the next eight Saturdays?”
    Okay, so I didn’t think about it that way. Ricky, Kevin, and I do usually hang at the rec center or the mall on Saturdays. We even let Hope come along sometimes. The SAT is breaking up our trio.
    â€œYou said you wouldn’t act weird, Gia. I should’ve known that you’d act like Hope when I gave you that bracelet.”
    I don’t know what’s more insulting. The part where he said I was weird or the part where he said I was acting like Hope. He’s tripping on both counts.
    â€œFor the last time, I’m not acting weird. It was an oversight, Ricky, not a conspiracy. For real.”
    Finally, he looks like he believes me. “It’s cool, Gia.”
    I give Ricky what I believe is a much-needed hug. “I’m sorry about Saturdays, Ricky. We’ll hang after the class lets out.”
    â€œMaybe I’ll just hook up with Valerie on Saturdays.”
    Yeah. Not funny. Not even a little