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Pace.”
    â€œOooh,” Marisol and Dionne said in unison, making ugly faces.
    Jordan threw his hands up in the air. “I did not sleep with Heather and I don’t have a baby on the way,” he screamed.
    Starr’s hair flew back from the air he released. “Liar!” she roared back.
    â€œO-M-G,” Marisol said.
    Dionne’s mouth was wide-open.
    The bathroom door opened again and Heather flew in.
    â€œHellooo. I’m not pregnant!” she said, holding up a used pregnancy test.
    Flat line.
    Starr would have gladly crossed her arms over her chestand went peacefully to her Maker for the foolishness she was in the midst of.
    Jordan covered his head with his hands.
    â€œNo, she didn’t,” Dionne said to Marisol, talking out of the side of her mouth.
    Marisol nodded and curled her lips. “Yes, mami. Yes, she did.”
    â€œFirst off. Ew! Ew! Ew!” Starr held her hand up to Heather. “Don’t come near me with that. ”
    Dionne stepped forward, her cotton-candy-painted nails held high. “Listen, it said in Teen Vogue —”
    â€œOh Lord,” Jordan sighed, turning around to hit his fist on the wall.
    Dionne looked aghast at his response. “What you got against Teen Vogue? ” she snapped in a high-pitched voice.
    Jordan just dropped his head against the wall.
    â€œUm, Heather, you can put down your pee-ridden pregnancy stick now,” Marisol added calmly. “I can confirm the negative sign. Okay? Gracias. ”
    Heather dropped her arm.
    Starr felt like she was starring in a sitcom. She was looking for Ice Cube or Tyler Perry to jump out of one of the stalls and hand her a check. “We’re out of here,” she said, snatching her Louis Vuitton messenger bag before she strolled into the hallway, taking long strides like she was headed to war. Dionne and Marisol were right behind her, with Marisol clutching their Out of Order sign.
    Their heels hit the tiled floors in perfect unison as they made their way down the hall like Charlie’s Angels.Starr said nothing—absolutely nothing—as she processed everything that had happened.
    They reached their lockers.
    â€œAt least Heather’s not pregnant,” Dionne said. “You ever see that show on MTV, 16 and Pregnant? Like, seriously, who wants to go through that?”
    Starr busied herself freshening up her makeup and composing herself.
    â€œI would’ve just taken her word for it without flinging pee all around from her little stick,” Marisol joked.
    That eased Starr’s mood and she broke down and laughed with her friends.
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    â€œStarr. Pssst. Starr. Staarrrr.”
    From her seat in between her mother and father, Starr tried hard to ignore Malcolm or Martin from the rear seat behind her.
    â€œStarrrr!”
    The entire family was headed to a dinner party at someone’s house. They were in the bulletproof Denali with two of her father’s burly security guards in the front seat. She was in the middle row with her parents and the twins were in the rear seat.
    Her father was taking calls from all three of his cell phones.
    Her mother was listening to a track a producer wanted her to use on her new album.
    Starr was being big-time aggravated by her brothers taking turns calling her name like a thirsty man begging for water.
    â€œStaaaaaaaarrrrr.”
    â€œAnswer your brothers,” Cole Lester said, covering his iPhone with his hand.
    Starr froze. “Daddy?” she said in disbelief.
    They were being annoying and she got riffed on? Life is such a dollar store sometimes.
    Starr turned around in her seat and the twins both began to giggle, holding their chubby hands over their mouths, wearing matching outfits.
    â€œWhat?” she snapped.
    Malcolm’s or Martin’s eyes widened. “Starr mad at choo,” he said, pointing at his mirror image.
    â€œNot me. Choo,” Martin or Malcolm said, pointing back at his