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that where imaginary friends live?”
    Both Sam and I fall into a giggle fit. He is a nut! And I have missed Sam, no matter how much I hate to admit it.
    â€œSunday,” Sam says, “let’s be friends again, okay? I really want you to be my girl again, but I can understand why you’re not feeling that. But you need your mojo, and I need my muse.”
    Sam rolls up his sleeve and points to a tattoo that he got in my honor, and then points back at me. I give him a weak smile.
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œSee how easy that was?” Sam asks.
    He gets up, takes the fork from my hand, and puts it down on my plate. Then he pulls me to my feet and gives me a warm, extra-friendly hug.
    I close my eyes and inhale Sam’s familiar scent. This is easy—too easy. But not very far away are thoughts and reminders of all the things Sam has done to hurt me in the past. Even closer are thoughts of DeShawn, de-shirted and swimming in our pool.
    I take in a deep breath and sigh. Maybe “Sam as Friend—the sequel” is going to be just a little harder than I think.

3
    C an I just say how happy I am that we’re almost to the end of freshman year? I just took an exam that dang near chewed me up and spit me out. Gia was so cool during the test that I wanted to pop her in the head. And I still have no idea whether I passed or not. Piper had to take a test in another class, and she looks just as wiped out as I do. We’re probably both glad that this year is coming to an end!
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you?” Gia asks as we cross the courtyard on the way to the parking lot. “The test is over.”
    â€œNah. It’s not over until I get my grade.”
    â€œOkay!” Piper says. “I need to see how it all turned out before I jump for joy. These tests are kicking my tail and we still have to take finals next month. I don’t know if I can make it.”
    â€œDid you do your best?” Gia asks, sounding just like my mother.
    â€œYeah, I did, but it won’t make me feel any better if I flunk,” I say.
    Piper says, “Academic probation is no joke, and not somewhere I want to be, especially since Ms. Moneybags isn’t paying for me anymore. I have scholarships to keep, here.”
    â€œMs. Moneybags? Wow. I thought I was Landlady Sunday,” I say to Piper’s amusement.
    â€œYou’re that too!” Piper says. “And you’re the best landlady in Atlanta.”
    Gia says, “Right. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I graduate from Spelman. Like, who wants to go back to living in a regular house once you’ve lived in a mansion with a pool?”
    â€œAnd hot boys,” Piper adds.
    â€œRight! But I hope when you say hot boys you’re not talking about Ricky. You don’t get to say he’s hot.”
    â€œAnd I don’t know how I feel about you saying DeShawn is hot,” I say.
    Piper stops in her tracks. “Okay, Gia I understand, but Sunday, are you serious? You aren’t even checking for DeShawn for real. Why do you care if I think he’s hot?”
    â€œDo you think he’s hot?” I ask. “Are you trying to holla at him on the sly?”
    Piper’s eyes fill with tears. This girl is so super sensitive! She didn’t have to start crying.
    â€œI can’t believe you would say that to me, Sunday. I love you so much! I wouldn’t ever talk to anyone you even thought about liking. Give me a little credit.”
    â€œOkay, dang!” I say. “I believe you. Let’s just get home so I can eat my leftover Chinese food.”
    â€œOoh, do you mean the egg foo young I saw Kevin eating for breakfast?” Gia asks.
    â€œReally? Dang, I need to get some more food, now.”
    â€œLet’s go somewhere and eat outside!” Gia says. “It’s beautiful out here.”
    I totally agree. The warm weather is helping to take my mind off my probably bad test