An open bag of Doritos lay beside her while she read and sang along to Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream blasting from her entertainment system. She was trying to get a head start on her finals. She had paid off her of her TA’s $150 each to get her an advance copy of the final study guide. Hopefully, she could talk her professors into letting her take the finals early because she wanted to spend the week before graduation with her best friend in Jamaica. She was absolutely positive that she could wrap up the Aries situation before school was out. “Why are we listening to this white people music?” Keisha complained from the sofa. She was supposed to be studying as well, but Keisha had spent most of the last hour texting and rolling blunts. Unlike Caprice, Keisha was more interested in getting Diesel to jump her bones than she was in acing her finals. Caprice wasn’t letting Aries anywhere near her bed. “I like Katy Perry,” Caprice replied. “She wears my lip gloss.” “How come I ain’t never seen any of your makeup in a store?”
