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last—broadish move of Misty’s to hate on me. I know she’s the guilty party in this whole mess. No need to prove it. She always reveals herself in time. Just like she did today.
    â€œHey y’all, what happened here? Did somebody get their butt beat down or what?”
    â€œNo, Misty, but I don’t doubt that’s what you wanted to see. How come you weren’t on the bus this morning?” I ask.
    â€œOh, well, I got a ride this morning,” she says all nervous like she is lying to Judge Judy.
    â€œFrom who?” I ask, ’cause I know her mama didn’t bring her. Misty’s mama, Maria, needs at least two drinks to get up in the morning, and the morning didn’t start this early for her. She got demoted last year from full-time to part-time secretary because she could never make it before second period.
    â€œOh, um, Jason brought me to school.”
    â€œDoesn’t Trecee roll with him in the morning?” Nellie asks. We call her Ms. Cleo ’cause she knows the what, when, where, why, who, and how of all the drama—and there is always plenty of it.
    â€œIf you rode with Jason and Trecee, why are you just getting here?” Mickey raises a good question.
    â€œI had some other business to take care of. Jason can’t give a sistah a ride sometimes? Damn, why y’all sweatin’ me? I just came to say ‘what’s up,’ a first day friendly gesture, but never mind now.”
    That broad was busted. I felt like beating Misty’s lying behind right then and there, but I kept my cool. So that’s how Jason knew to come stop the fight.
    â€œGirls. Y’all always got some stuff going down,” Jason says, walking back in from the courtyard where he left Trecee to calm down. “Keep me out of this. I ain’t giving nobody no more rides.” Jason walked away, looking pissed and slightly amused. Dudes love it when girls fight, just not when they get dragged into the middle of them.
    Knowing Misty, this is only the beginning of the mess she’s stirring up. She probably took the opportunity to tell every little made-up detail about me and KJ she could fester while she was in the car with Trecee. That broad can be creative when she wants to be. She needs to use that creativity of hers in English class and save all that drama she brings for Shakespeare.
    You see, Misty ain’t too smart when it comes to school. Or at least she doesn’t apply herself. She is way too worried about being popular and in other folks’ business than doing the right thing in class. She needs someone else’s drama to feed from or her day is not complete.
    â€œSo, Misty, you mean to tell me the entire time you were riding with Jason and Trecee, you and she didn’t talk at all?” I ask, trying to see if she would come clean.
    â€œLook, Johnnie Cochran, I don’t have to lie to you. I ain’t on trial. Dang, Jayd, you always acting so suspicious of me. What have I ever done to you to make you like that?” she asks, trying to gain some sympathy from somewhere but not here.
    â€œNo you didn’t just say that to me, in front of God and everybody else, Misty. What have you done to me? Oh, well let me tell you what you’ve done, starting with talking behind my back and backstabbing me every chance you get.”
    Of course the bell for first period rings right when I am on a roll. On the first day the bell rings about ten minutes later than usual. Everyone goes their separate ways, for now. Why does Misty have to start the year off so early with drama? I bet she couldn’t wait to get to school this morning, I just know it.
    This mess has probably been brewing all summer, and no doubt Misty has been letting Trecee simmer in her lies the entire time. She and Trecee became friends last year. Every time Misty meets somebody new, she tries to get in with them real tight, and then spin her web of deceit. I should know.