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songs.
                  “She was cool like that until you knocked her boots from here to Tijuana,” Nigel says, smacking his boy on the back and joining the conversation.
                  “How did you know what we were talking about?” I ask, accepting the kiss on the cheek.
                  “I didn’t,” Nigel says, sitting next to me and putting me in the middle. “It just seemed relevant.”
                  “Damn straight,” Chase says, nodding as Mickey and the rest of the class enters the room. “You know what’s up.”
                  “Don’t we all,” I say, glad I’m still a virgin. The shit that happens when sex and love mix is not what I want to deal with right now. So far, none of the relationships I’ve witnessed end on a positive note once sex enters the equation.
                  “Good afternoon, class,” Mr. A says, calming us down. “Today’s topic is global warming. Who wants to take the pro?”
    “I will,” Emilio says, displaying a big ass smile. What’s he so damned happy about? He and Misty don’t have full possession of their own souls but seem to be just fine with that.
    “I’ll take the con,” I say before Mr. A can ask. I want to get inside of Emilio’s head and see if he knows he’s under Esmeralda’s spell.
    Misty, Shae and KJ look at Emilio and smile, ready for the showdown. Ever since he and I faced off in the race for African Student Union president last year there’s been a constant rivalry between my vice president and myself, chauvinistic pig.
    “Okay then, Miss Jackson,” Mr. Adewale says, writing our names down on the whiteboard. “Remember to site what you can from last weeks’ readings to support your opinion. Facts are important even in a mock debate.”
    “Got it, Mr. A,” Emilio says, kissing up to his unwilling mentor. He and Emilio were pretty tight when he first transferred from Venezuela last year, but Mr. A quickly peeped Emilio’s crazy card and so did I.
    “Get her, baby,” Misty says. Baby? They must be official now, and from the heated expression on KJ’s face, I’m not the only one just hearing the news.
    “There will be no getting of any babies in here this afternoon,” Mr. Adewale says, shutting Misty down. I don’t know how he maintains his patient composure when hoodrats test him on a daily basis.
    Between Nigel and Mickey’s fight during our ASU meeting last week and Misty constantly showing her ass, I would’ve went off a long time ago.
    “Emilio, pro has the floor.”
    Emilio begins his speech defending pro global warming restrictions and legislation. I agree with the premise of the argument, however I can say I don’t think we have much control over nature. The bottom line is that whether I drive a Prius or not, the Earth will eventually do what it does.
    “And in conclusion, if we do not adhere to the restrictions that nature continues to warn us about the impacts on our lives and future generations will not only be devastating, it will also be the very end of life as we know it.”
    “That’s what I’m talking about,” Misty says, clapping loudly.
    What the hell?
    “Seriously, Misty?” KJ says, pointing at Emilio. “You picked this punk ass know-it-all over another chance with me?”
    His boys laugh in the background causing Misty’s blue eyes to glow. I guess I’m still the only one who notices the supernatural changes going on with my nemesis.
    “Okay you two, pipe down,” Mr. Adewale says, tapping his hand on the desk in front of him. “Jayd, con has the floor.”
    “The Earth is always changing, always broken and there’s absolutely nothing wrong about that,” I say, recalling one of Mama’s wisdom lessons from the spirit book. She wrote about the power of nature when she was about my age, having lived through several serious storms in Louisiana. “She doesn’t need us to fix her. She needs us to fix