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clothes she picked out. They all seemed to show something that was wrong with her. She pulled off her shirt and put on another one.
    â€œDammit, C, all the outfits are flattering. If you were a regular girl I would fuck you wearing any of them. Does that help?”
    â€œFine, okay.”
    Carmen wasn’t used to her new look yet. Sometimes she looked at herself and knew she looked good, but other times she saw the same old size twenty-six. Today was one of those days. After Cooley finally convinced her that she looked fine, she headed out in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
    â€œHold the fuck up. You did not go through all those outfits just to put on a pair of jeans.”
    â€œWhat? Do you think I should change?” Carmen dropped her backpack, but Cooley grabbed her arm before she could walk back to her bed.
    â€œNo. Shit, you look fine. Can we go now?”
    â€œLook, not everyone is lucky enough to be Ms. Popularity like you, Carla. Shit. I really want people to like me this year.”
    â€œCarmen, why do you give a fuck what people think? Shit. I don’t give a damn about what a muthafucka thinks about me.”
    â€œWell, it’s different.”
    â€œHow?” Cooley said as they walked out of the room.
    â€œCooley, you have so many friends, all I have is you and Dee. How many times did girls try to be nice to me just to get close to you and Dee? Do you know how that makes me feel?”
    â€œMan, Carmen, you can’t expect others to like you if you don’t like you.” Cooley put her arm around Carmen. “All the bitches that didn’t treat you right. Don’t relive that, it’s their loss.”
    Carmen smiled; she realized Cooley was right. “Thanks.”
    â€œAnytime. Oh and for the record, you and Dee are the only friends I have as well.”
    The two made it to the front of the University Center. It was like homecoming. All of the various groups were positioned in their spots. The jocks were together on the wall; the Greeks were positioned on the center steps. The neo-soul group was under the magnolia tree, and the musicians were on the hill. Then there was the rainbow field; the field was a grassy area under a big tree where all of the openly gay people met up. They congregated around two benches painted like a rainbow to showcase that they were out and proud. It was fun to be in rainbow field.
    Occasionally a closeted or curious person looked in their direction or walked by. Cooley loved those girls. She made it her personal job to bring as many new members to rainbow field as possible.
    Cooley and Carmen made their way to the field where they were greeted mainly by oohs and ahhs about Carmen’s new look.
    Most of the gay group headed off to dance and drama rehearsals and meetings that were held early in the day. Carmen took a seat; she found it hard to deal with all of the newfound popularity, when the only person she wished was there was Tameka. She knew that she shouldn’t want her, but she did. Tameka still had a hold of her heart, and Carmen had no idea what to do about it.
    â€œStop thinking about Tameka,” Cooley said as she sat down next to her. “Baby girl, you got to let her go.”
    â€œI’m trying, Carla, I’m trying, but did you see how good she looked? Oh and her scent . . . I just want to forgive her. It could work this time, and, I mean, I’ve been working on myself and—”
    â€œNo! Damn, C, if I could give you a bit of my attitude, I would. I’m gon’ put it like this—If I catch that ho around you, I am going to beat her ass again!”
    â€œCool!”
    â€œC, you deserve better. You will get better once you stop thinking about that ho! You will find someone who does deserve you.”
    â€œWhen and who, Cooley? Tell me who truly deserves me. Is it one of these bitches that are now giving me play because I’m thin? They wouldn’t even look twice if I still was