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been warned. You done?”
    She gets real up close and personal, ramming her face close to mine. I can smell the watermelon Jolly Rancher she’s eaten on her breath.
    â€œNo I ain’t done, trick. Do I look done to you? You’ll know I’m done when I say I’m done.”
    Now trust me. I already told you that I ain’t scared to fight. And I have no problems taking it to a chick’s face when it’s warranted. But, the truth is, I’d fight a boy quicker than I would another female ’cause all most of ’em ever wanna do is scratch and pull you hair instead of bringing it to you knuckle up. I mean, really. Who has time to be all clawed up? I know I don’t. Punch me, boo. Slap me, even. But don’t go digging your nails in my face or tryna yank my hair outta my scalp. If we gonna fight, then let’s fight. Fist to fist, toe to toe. But that ain’t how most chicks tryna bring it. So I really try to avoid confrontations with ’em whenever possible, like right now. This ghetto trash is really, really pushing her luck with me. But I’m still tryna keep my cool.
    I back up a bit, just in case I gotta hook off on her. Count to ten in my head. Then politely say, “Look, don’t let the pretty face and silky hair fool you, sweetie. Step outta my face. You don’t know me. And I really don’t think you want it with me.”
    â€œNo, you don’t want it with me . But you’ll get it if you don’t watch yourself. So consider yourself on notice.”
    I take a deep breath. Assess the situation. Truth is, I’m really not dressed for the occasion. I’m not tryna drop my handbag and have her little sea creatures scooping it up. But I will step outta these heels and rock her to sleep if I have to. Still, I have to ask myself: Do I beat this chick down and get suspended on the first day of school? Do I slam her face into the wall and then, have to fight her little pep squad? Or do I bow out gracefully and let her think she’s played me?
    I hear my mom’s voice in my head telling me to ignore this girl, warning me not to get into any trouble here, threatening to take my car from me. Telling me that this chick really isn’t worth it. And maybe she’s right. But I already know if this ho puts her hands on me, I’m gonna mop the floor up with her face.
    I smirk. “Sweetie, boom! You’re a real clown. Save your notices. Say what you gotta say, then step.”
    â€œTrick,” she snaps, pointing a finger in my face. Strike one! “I already said it. We don’t do hoes here. So if you even think about tryna ho it up with any of our boyfriends, be ready to fight.”
    I shift my handbag from one hand to the other, then sweep my bang across my forehead. I fake a yawn, then flick imaginary dirt from my fingernail. “The name’s Miesha, hun. And trust me. I stay ready for a good fight, so back—”
    â€œOkay, ladies,” a tall, brown-skinned woman says, walking over to us. “Shouldn’t you young ladies be in the cafeteria or outside in the commons area?” She eyes Drama. “Quandaleesha, you know we don’t allow loitering in the halls. Is there a problem over here?”
    Quandaleesha? I keep from laughing in her face. “It’s Quanda,” she snaps. “And, no, there’s no problem, Mrs. Dean. It’s bein’ solved.”
    She narrows her eyes. “Then let’s break this party up, Quanda .” She turns to Drama’s fan club. “Same thing with you, young ladies.”
    â€œWe’re going now, Mrs. Dean,” they say in unison.
    â€œGood,” she says, locking her stare back on Drama. “And, Quanda, I want you to go have a seat in my office.”
    â€œWhaaat?! Why? What I do?”
    â€œNothing that I’m aware of, which is why I think we should have a chat, now.”
    â€œBut this is my lunch period.”
    â€œWell,