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Angel Little:Weak ass!

Italy Johnson:Bitch!

Snickering, I shook my head.

Aisha Young:I hate you both!

Italy Johnson:So, I take it you didn’t tell him how you feel?

Aisha Young:No because he was late for our session because he was with Jayla. He missed the entire session but showed up as I was about to leave and apologized.

Italy Johnson:I’m sorry, Aisha!

Angel Little:Did he tell you he was back with her?

Aisha Young:He said it was complicated.

Italy Johnson:Hmm… sounds messy.

Angel Little:That means they aren’t back together. You need to tell him before you miss your chance. You have to live in the moment. You have to go for everything you want.

Italy Johnson:So, while you’re going in on Aisha, are you going to finally apply to the fashion program?

Aisha Young:Ohhhhhh! Good point! I’ll tell Kwame that even though I know he’s still involved with his college sweetheart, I love him as soon as you tell your parents you want to pursue fashion school instead of law school.

Angel Little:Both of you can kiss my ass! It’s not the same thing and you know it.

Aisha Young:Go for everything you want, right?

Italy Johnson: I’m sorry I had to go there, Angel. But you were being hard on Aisha. What’s the difference?

Angel Little:The difference is that Kwame Mitchell graduates in a week. I still have all summer to tell my dad my plans. And by the way Italy, when are you going to submit headshots to modeling agencies?

Italy Johnson:Okay, but I never denied being a weak ass bitch.

Literal tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I tried not to implode with amusement.

Angel Little:Fine, you’re right! We all need to get our shit together. From this moment forward, we will never again be weak ass bitches.

Italy Johnson:We will walk in the glow of our bad bitch season.

Aisha Young:We will go for everything we want.

Angel Little:Let’s never be scared to go for what we want. Let’s live in the moment. If they say no, they say no. Fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen?

And she was right.

If Kwame says he’s not interested, what’s the worst thing that could happen?

“Ms. Young,” my Lit professor said loudly.

My eyes widened, pinging around the room to find everyone staring my way. I knew I’d been caught texting in class, so I placed my phone facedown on my desk and rolled my shoulders back.

“Yes?” I replied with the confidence of someone who was listening.

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