didnât seem fazed as he grinned for the one photographer.
Chapter 3
I loved hanging with my girls, especially now that Sheridan and Kennediâmy two BFFsâwere getting along good. Now, since Kennedi had moved back to Miami from Orlando and was finishing up her senior year at school with us, we were three BFFs.
For the longest time though, the two of them couldnât stand each other. Even though Iâd known both of them since I was little, they just couldnât get along. Sheridanâthe daughter of mega pop star and actress Glenda Matthewsâwas a brainiac who pretty much did what she wanted, when she wanted, since her mother stayed on the road all the time. Sheridanâs aunts lived with her and were supposed to be keeping an eye on her, but they were usually too busy traveling themselvesâoff Ms. Glendaâs moneyâto be bothered.
Kennedi was the laid-back one. Or she used to be. Sheâd just come off some major drama with her ex-boyfriend and was currently in therapy to get her temper under control, so sheâd been trying to take everything in stride lately.
I think each of them used to be jealous of my friendship with the other, which is why they were always going at it. But thankfully, over the past few months, we all had gotten really close. And I loved it.
Today, we were chillinâ at Orange Leaf Yogurt, enjoying a beautiful Saturday afternoon and people watching. After making a lot of small talk, Sheridan said, âSo I heard about J. Love at the club the other night. Why didnât you tell me?â
I shrugged. âWhat was there to tell?â I replied. âJ. Love was just being his usual arrogant self.â
âMmm-hmm,â Kennedi said, smiling. âHe was all up in that magazine talking about how much he loves you.â
I shook my head. The Miami Hot Gossip magazine had just come out yesterday and I prayed that Alvin hadnât seen it. Not that I had done anything wrong, but it was just straight disrespectful. Not only had they made Alvin look like some kind of nerdy creep, but every picture they had used had Alvin lurking in the background. It looked like J. Love and I were the couple, and not me and Alvin.
âSo what are you going to do?â Kennedi asked.
âWhat do you mean, what am I going to do?â I replied. âIâm going to do what Iâve been doing.â I slid a spoonful of the low-fat yogurt into my mouth.
Both of them looked at me like I was crazy.
I studied them for a minute. âAre you all serious? I thought you both liked Alvin.â
âOh, we do. Itâs just that everybody else loves J. Love,â Sheridan said, snickering.
âSince when do I care what everyone else thinks?â I snapped.
âUm, since always,â Kennedi replied. They started giggling like something was really funny.
I waved my spoon in their direction. âThatâs not the point. The point is Alvin is my boyfriend. End of story.â I guess the tone of my voice let them know that I was getting an attitude because they threw up their hands like they were done talking about it. Of course, that didnât last long because after five minutes of talking about some drama from school, we were right back on Alvin.
âSo, youâre going to take Alvin to the Icon Awards?â Sheridan asked, referring to the biggest award show outside of the Oscars. It was being held in Miami in a couple of weeks.
âWhy wouldnât I?â I asked.
âYouâre really going to have him on the red carpet?â Kennedi asked. She was acting like I was taking Flavor Flav or something.
âAnd again, why wouldnât I?â
Both of them shrugged and that made me do a double take. I dropped my spoon back into my bowl as I glared at both of them. âIf you have something to say, say it.â
They exchanged glances and, finally, it was Kennedi who spoke first.
âLook, you know we like Alvin.