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class isn’t until eleven, so I can sleep in.”
    â€œWell, I’m taking a quick shower, and then I’ll get dressed. What did you decide on?”
    â€œThis Tweety tee, black leggings, and heels. What do you think?”
    I cock my head to one side and smile. “Fiyah!”
    â€œGo shower! Quickly!”
    And I do. Shower expeditiously that is. I’m actually getting in the mood to go out with my new friend. I sing in the shower, my new song, and think about Sam while getting fresh and clean.
    When I emerge from the bathroom in my tiny robe, smelling like Vanilla Coconut from Bath and Body Works, Piper and Meagan have joined the fray and are posted on Gia’s bed between the mounds of clothing.
    Piper is wearing skinny jeans, a glittery tank top, and heels with her hair pulled up in a side ponytail, looking retro den a mug. Meagan is much more sophisticated in her designer skirt, panty hose heels, and fitted button-down blouse. Her pin-straight, shoulder-length hair is pinned up on one side and the only makeup she has on is lip gloss.
    â€œDon’t just stand there gawking at us,” Meagan says. “Get some clothes on, so we can go.”
    I haphazardly pick an outfit, a jean skirt and a dressy T-shirt. They can go on somewhere with those heels. Not me. I’m rocking some dressy flat sandals. They will be regretting those heels tonight when they’re all blistered up, trying to look cute.
    â€œSo, I guess I’m driving, huh?” I ask the question with the obvious answer.
    â€œOr we can take the party bus,” Piper says.
    â€œWhat is a party bus?” Meagan asks. “And why does it sound ghetto?”
    Gia giggles. “That all depends on your definition of ghetto. It’s a big fifty-five-passenger bus that picks us up for the party, in front of our dorms and it drops us off.”
    â€œYou mean like a Greyhound bus?” Meagan has a distasteful look on her face, like she just smelled a whiff of day-old armpit funk.
    Piper says, “It discourages drunk driving.”
    â€œWhich I will not be doing because I don’t drink,” I reply. “I’m driving, so let’s go!”
    We prance out of me and Gia’s room like we’re ready to take on all of Atlanta. Like we’re the flyest girls on campus.
    As we cross the courtyard to the parking lot, I ask, “Whose party is this anyway? Are we invited?”
    â€œChi Kappa Psi,” Meagan explains. “The Morehouse chapter. And yeah, everyone is invited.”
    Gia claps her hands with glee. “My first fraternity party! I am so stoked.”
    â€œI didn’t want to go at first,” Meagan says. Her high heels click on the pavement, punctuating her sentence. “But then again, this is Chi Kappa! I’m destined to be with a Chi Kappa.”
    â€œWhy is that?” I ask as we pile into my car. This time Gia scores the coveted shotgun position.
    â€œChi Kappa are the brothers of Gamma Phi Gamma,” Piper explains. “My foster dad is a Chi Kappa.”
    â€œMy real dad is a Chi Kappa Psi man,” Meagan boasts. “They always have the first party of the year.”
    â€œWhere is the party?” I ask once I realize that I’m driving with absolutely no idea where I’m going.
    Gia reads the flyer. “It says, The Mansion. Is that a club?”
    â€œNo,” I reply. “It’s a real mansion that gets rented out for parties. It’s close by. I’ve been to a Mansion party or two and normally there’s lots of alcohol and nobody checking ID.”
    â€œThat’s what’s up,” Piper says.
    When all she hears is crickets, Piper says, “What? Why y’all looking at me like I’m a Lifetime movie waiting to happen?”
    â€œListen here, Piper,” I say. “Everywhere I go, someone is snapping pictures to go on Mediatakeout.com . So if you’re trying to get slizzard, you need to do that