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    â€œAnd also, she’s just enough of a bitch to instill fear in all the other candidates, which is exactly what we need to win,” Seth adds.
    â€œDon’t be calling my woman a bitch,” Chance says, punching Seth in the chest. I knew he had a thing for Nellie.
    â€œYour woman? Did I miss something?” Matt says.
    â€œNah, you didn’t miss nothing. My boy’s just got it bad for Nellie and she could care less,” Jeremy says, rising from his spot on the bike rack to walk me to my locker.
    â€œI’ll relay all the messages,” I say, instinctively taking Jeremy’s hand and leading him up the walkway toward the Main Hall.
    â€œI’ll catch up with y’all later,” Jeremy says, leaving his crew behind.
    â€œLater, you two,” Chance says. “And, tell Nellie if she needs anything at all, hit me up.” Poor Chance. He’s picked the wrong Black girl to have a crush on. Although, I think it would be cute if he and Nellie became a couple. Then, we could all hang out together and start our own crew. But, I’m sure Mickey would have a serious problem with that. She’s already not feeling hangin’ out with the White side of campus. If Nellie crossed over, she’d be liable to leave us both behind.
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    When we reach my locker, Nellie and Mickey are already there waiting for me to arrive.
    â€œHey, girl. What took y’all so long? The bell’s about to ring and we haven’t even had a chance to catch up,” Nellie says, reaching out to give me a hug.
    â€œSorry. It was my fault. We ran into my friends, a.k.a. your fan club,” Jeremy says.
    â€œHer fan club? What are you talking about?” Mickey asks. She’s already on the phone with her man, I assume, and I’m sure they just saw each other. He comes to her house every morning before he goes to work, bringing her fresh doughnuts from Randy’s Doughnut Shop. They are too cute.
    â€œChance, Matt and Seth are looking for you. They want to give you some pointers on being the Drama Club’s nominee for homecoming princess, with the first round of voting taking place at lunch and all,” I say.
    â€œOh, that’s so sweet,” Nellie says, twirling strands of her hair around her index finger; she must have gotten a fresh perm this weekend. “I’ll have to catch up with them at lunch.”
    â€œVoting? What the hell we got to vote for?” Mickey says, completely out of the loop. When it comes to school business, Mickey couldn’t care less. She might as well not even come to school sometimes, as oblivious as she is to the ins and outs of Drama High. All she cares about is what she’s wearing, who’s hating, and getting her diploma on time so she can go to beauty college. Everything else is secondary.
    â€œGirl, where you been?” Nellie asks. “You have to vote for the top three candidates for each grade level,” she says, filling Mickey in while I retrieve my books from my locker. The bell has just rung and the race is on, with students bustling around the spacious hall, rushing off to first period.
    â€œI don’t get it. If you’re nominated, doesn’t that mean you’ve already been voted in?” Mickey asks, putting her man on hold to get a better understanding of the voting process. I guess she cares now that her girl’s on the ballot. Jeremy shakes his head, amused by my girls’ conversation.
    â€œNo, silly. I have to win a place on the actual ballot for next week’s election. This is just the beginning,” Nellie says all dreamy as if she’s running for Miss America.
    â€œShit, that means I have to vote twice,” Mickey says, resuming her phone conversation. “Baby, I got to go. The bell’s about to ring,” she says before hanging up her cell.
    â€œThat goes for me too,” Jeremy says, giving me a kiss before sprinting down the hall. “Check