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Praise for Nikki Carter
“Gia makes me want to holler out loud—she knows how to think for herself and she definitely has enough drama to fill a thousand pages! I soooo loved Gia's voice. She's real, and I know readers will love her, too!”
—Michelle Stimpson, author of
Trouble in My Way
 
“Gia Stokes might be a Hi-Stepper, but this teen role model has both feet on the ground as she meets life's challenges with style and grace.”
—Melody Carlson, author of the Diary of a Teenage Girl series
 
“
Step to This
is hot, it's new, it's now ... with characters that leap from the pages, it's absolutely a must-read.”
—Monica McKayhan,
Essence
bestselling author of
Indigo Summer
 
“
Step to This
is a wonderful, witty tale that is full of laugh-out-loud moments and great lessons.”
—Victoria Christopher Murray, author of The Divas series
 
“Nikki Carter is a fresh, new voice in teen fiction!
Step to This
has it all—drama, humor, and a lesson that everyone can learn from. Full of fun-loving, unforgettable characters that readers will love, Nikki has written a page-turner that will leave the reader wanting more!”
—ReShonda Tate Billingsley, author of The Good Girlz series
 
“
Step to This
has alluring characters, wonderful scenes, and a fascinating premise. Nikki Carter has a real talent for writing stories that deal with real issues, but are gripping to read by teens and adults alike.”
—Jacquelin Thomas, author of the Divine Series
 
“Filled with smart and witty characters,
Step to This
is a fun, fast-paced read teens will love.”
—Ni-Ni Simone, author of
A Girl Like Me
 
“Nikki Carter steps up and delivers a home run with her debut novel,
Step to This
. It's a real winner.”
—Chandra Sparks Taylor, author of
Spin It Like That
and
The Pledge
Also by Nikki Carter
Step to This
It Is What It Is
 
 
 
 
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
it's all good
A So For Real Novel
nikki carter
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I thank God for opportunities, ideas, and the love of words. Thank you to my husband, Brent, for making the kids go outside so I can work
. Thank you to my children for eating spaghetti four days in a row while I finished writing. I appreciate y'all.
Thanks to all of the authors who write books for young adults and who have given me advice, support, and quotes. ReShonda, Victoria, Michelle, and Jacquelin: Thank you.
I've got the best agent ever! Thank you, Pattie, for tracking things down and sending positive vibes my way.
Mercedes, thanks for the hotness, the tight-lipped, blank stares and for being the coolest editor on the planet. I do not thank you for deadlines. No, ma'am, I do not.
Thanks to the realest crew of friends I could ever need! Afrika, Shawana, Tiffany T., Kym, Leslie, Myesha, and Brandi (make it hot): Thank y'all for the prayers, kind words, and feedback.
Thanks to all of the young ladies who are on this journey with me so far! And thanks to the moms, educators, youth leaders, and friends who are helping to spread the word. Pick up the book, tell a friend (but make them get their own copy).
Hope you enjoy!!!
1
T
he answer is
no ma'am.
Actually, the answer is a big, fat
no ma'am.
There is no way I'm going to say yes to this foolishness, no matter how much my mother, Gwen, begs. No matter how much my aunt Elena gives me that puppy-dog stare.
The answer is no and that's final.
What is the question, you ask? Well, Aunt Elena has a big idea. She calls it a big idea, and it's big all right. A big, fat hot mess. But since she's the pastor's wife everyone, including my mother, is going to back her up.
She wants to start purity classes at our church and she wants me to recruit girls to participate. And not just girls from our church, but girls at school too. Why doesn't she just ask me to make a sign that says LAME and stick it on my forehead?
Of course, I'm down for being a member of the purity class. Because the flyness that is Gia Stokes is also the purest of pure. But I don't have any plans to go around the school announcing my virginity! That would be social suicide.
So I'm sitting here on my mother's favorite couch with my arms folded and a fierce frown on my face, while Gwen and Elena try their best to tag-team me.
“Gia, you are a youth leader! The younger girls look up to you,” Elena says.
“She's right, Gia,” Gwen agrees. “You would be good at this.”
“Did anyone ask Hope to do this?” I ask.
I pose this question because Hope is the obvious choice. It would make sense since she is the pastor's daughter. Shouldn't she be required to endure the embarrassment of being part of the pastor's immediate family? She certainly gets to enjoy the perks!
“I did ask Hope, but she didn't want to do it,” Elena replies.
I look to my mother for help. “So, she gets to refuse, but I can't?”
Gwen says, “You neglected to mention that you asked Hope and she said no. I thought the two of them were going to work on this together.”
Elena laughs. “You can't expect Hope to do something like this. She's not really cut out for it. It would come across better from Gia. She's more studious.”
So my aunt is pretty much calling me a lame. And lames are supposed to be virgins, right? If I close my eyes tightly and concentrate really, really hard will I be able to stop time and escape this madness?
“Are there going to be any boys in the classes?” Gwen asks.
Aunt Elena laughs. “Of course not. This purity class will culminate in a debutante ball. I've never heard of a boy debutante.”
“Well, boys should learn about purity too,” my mother argues.
“That will have to be something for the men to address.”
You've got to be kidding me! So, not only are we going to have a purity class (which I'm sure will be uncomfortably embarrassing), but they're going to parade us around in poofy white dresses to prove that we graduated.
Good grief.
How about we talk about the reason my aunt came up with this ridiculous idea to begin with? This all started when my cousin Hope decided that she was going to go stark raving boy crazy. Now Aunt Elena is all twisted, thinking that her precious daughter is going to become a teen pregnancy statistic or something. Hence, purity classes.
Hope pretty much flipped her wig at the beginning of the school year when she chose my best friend, Ricky, as her first big crush. She and Valerie, my co-captain on the Hi-Steppers dance squad, both competed for Ricky's affection. It was utterly ridiculous.
And holla! He didn't pick either of them. I think he actually picked me! I say that I
think
he picked me because we haven't worked out all of the details on that. But, on the night of the Homecoming dance, he gave me a Tweety charm bracelet.
And that was totally something.
Clearly it was something, because you don't just buy your best friend jewelry. Especially when that best friend is the perfect choice for a girlfriend! But it's been two weeks since Homecoming and there have been no can-I-be-your-boyfriend follow-up activities. Not a note, not a wink, nothing! Not even one of those distressed “I hate that I like you” looks like that teen vampire from
Twilight.
Nada. Zilch.
Gwen says, “I think that both Gia and Hope should recruit girls for the purity class. Y'all need to start with that fast-tailed Valerie.”
Can you tell that Gwen no likee Ms. Valerie? My mother has had beef with Valerie since she gave me a makeover when I was in the tenth grade. She also helped me sneak out on a date and other assorted foolishness. So, yeah, Gwen has her reasons.
I want to remind Gwen of what Jesus would do in this scenario, but I also want to continue breathing, so I decide against it.
“Mom, Valerie will not want to be in the purity class. Plus, I don't know if she qualifies. Do you have to be a virgin to be in it?”
Because if the answer is yes, Valerie is sooo not on the recruit list. I mean, I don't think she qualifies as an actual skank or anything, but she's pretty close. We're talking major non-virginal activities.
“Absolutely!” says Elena. “The whole point of the class is to encourage young ladies who haven't taken that step yet.”
I almost laugh out loud. Unfortunately, I think Hope and I are gonna have a hard time finding anyone in the junior class that will qualify. Maybe we'll start with the freshmen.
“Okay, Aunt Elena. I'll pass out a few flyers, but I'm not making any promises.”
Elena kisses my cheek. “Thank you, sweetie!”
“But only if Hope has to help!” I add.
“Oh, all right,” Aunt Elena says. “I'll tell Hope that she needs to assist you.”
Gwen says, “Candy will help, too. The three of you will make a great team.”
I groan loudly. Candy is my all-around irritating stepsister. I spend enough of my downtime with her as it is, seeing that she macked her way onto the Hi-Steppers squad. Now I have to take purity classes with her, too! So not the bidness.
My phone buzzes at my hip, taking my attention away from Gwen and Elena.
I read the text message from Ricky. Hey you!
See, this is what I'm talking about. What exactly does
hey you
even mean? Is that a greeting for a home girl, or for someone you're trying to holla at? I think Ricky is purposely being ambiguous (go find your dictionary, boo) so that he doesn't have to deal with the possibility of
us
.
Since I don't know if I want to deal with that either, I understand his pain. But I'm going to need him to snap out of it and declare what the whole mystery of the Tweety bracelet means.
The Tweety bracelet that I've been rocking every day like my
boy friend
gave it to me!
I text Ricky back with an equally ambiguous:
Take that, Ricky Ricardo.
“Who are you texting?” Gwen asks.
Mmm ... kay. Why is Gwen all up in my bidness? “Ricky.”
Gwen narrows her eyes and shares a glance with Aunt Elena. “Good grief. You girls are going to ruin Ricky with all of this attention.”
“I agree. He's not the only boy on the planet,” Elena adds.
“Uh, I'm only responding to a text that my friend sent me. You two are completely out of control.”
Why is it that when I'm finally getting my little shine on, everybody wants to throw powder on it? Nobody, especially Aunt Elena, had any problem with Hope's desperate chasing of Ricky! Did anyone tell her to pump her brakes when she was writing him twenty-page letters?
The answer is no.
Did anyone tell Hope to stay home when Ricky made it abundantly clear that he was not trying to be her date for the Homecoming dance?
Yeah ... that would be another
no.
So they can absolutely save the hateration. They can save it for some time in the hopefully not-too-distant future, when Ricky is actually my boo.
Oooh, hold up a second. I'm going to have to give myself a lame citation for using the early 2000 term
my boo.
Womp, womp on me!
Gwen sighs and says, “We are not out of control. You young ladies are out of control, which is exactly why I'm one hundred percent for this purity class. All this boy chasing and carrying on must cease.”
Did I just roll my eyes extra hard? Yeah, I totally did.
“I agree, Gwen. It's time we put our feet down and stop this madness!”
Okay, seriously, Auntie Elena is moving her mouth and sound is coming out, but she's not making one bit of sense.
“I said I'd be on your recruitment squad! Can I please be dismissed? You two don't need me in the room to discuss the state of today's teenager!”
Gwen narrows her eyes and turns to Elena. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”
“Hope isn't any better,” Aunt Elena replies.
A growl escapes my lips as I storm off to my bedroom. I plop down on my brand-new Tweety comforter and pull my phone out. It's buzzing again.
 
Hi-Steppers meeting in two hours at IHOP.
 
This time it's Valerie blowing up my phone. I already know what she wants to meet about. The Longfellow Spartans are going to the state football championship, and we have to do an extra-special routine.
Valerie should be glad she's still on the squad after what she pulled at the Homecoming game. She was extra heated that she didn't win the Homecoming Queen title and take over the halftime show. She had the drum major in the marching band give a speech about her and everything.
It was bananas!
Somehow, I think Valerie still isn't over the loss to quiet little Susan Chiang. She blames every single last person on the rally girls spirit squad, my cousin Hope included, for not getting that Homecoming Queen crown.
And if she's not over it ... then the war is not over.
If I was one of the rally girls, I'd be taking cover. They're going to be walking down the hallway, and out of nowhere someone's going to yell “Man down!” just like Keyshia Cole's mama on that reality show.
And trust ... it's going to be
all bad
.

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