Eye Candy

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Author: Reshonda Tate Billingsley
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didn’t seem fazed as he grinned for the one photographer.

Chapter 3
    I loved hanging with my girls, especially now that Sheridan and Kennedi—my two BFFs—were 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 couldn’t stand each other. Even though I’d known both of them since I was little, they just couldn’t get along. Sheridan—the daughter of mega pop star and actress Glenda Matthews—was a brainiac who pretty much did what she wanted, when she wanted, since her mother stayed on the road all the time. Sheridan’s aunts lived with her and were supposed to be keeping an eye on her, but they were usually too busy traveling themselves—off Ms. Glenda’s money—to be bothered.
    Kennedi was the laid-back one. Or she used to be. She’d just come off some major drama with her ex-boyfriend and was currently in therapy to get her temper under control, so she’d 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 chillin’ at Orange Leaf Yogurt, enjoying a beautiful Saturday afternoon and people watching. After making a lot of small talk, Sheridan said, “So I heard about J. Love at the club the other night. Why didn’t you tell me?”
    I shrugged. “What was there to tell?” I replied. “J. Love was just being his usual arrogant self.”
    â€œMmm-hmm,” Kennedi said, smiling. “He was all up in that magazine talking about how much he loves you.”
    I shook my head. The Miami Hot Gossip magazine had just come out yesterday and I prayed that Alvin hadn’t 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.
    â€œSo what are you going to do?” Kennedi asked.
    â€œWhat do you mean, what am I going to do?” I replied. “I’m going to do what I’ve been doing.” 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. “Are you all serious? I thought you both liked Alvin.”
    â€œOh, we do. It’s just that everybody else loves J. Love,” Sheridan said, snickering.
    â€œSince when do I care what everyone else thinks?” I snapped.
    â€œUm, since always,” Kennedi replied. They started giggling like something was really funny.
    I waved my spoon in their direction. “That’s not the point. The point is Alvin is my boyfriend. End of story.” 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 didn’t last long because after five minutes of talking about some drama from school, we were right back on Alvin.
    â€œSo, you’re going to take Alvin to the Icon Awards?” Sheridan asked, referring to the biggest award show outside of the Oscars. It was being held in Miami in a couple of weeks.
    â€œWhy wouldn’t I?” I asked.
    â€œYou’re really going to have him on the red carpet?” Kennedi asked. She was acting like I was taking Flavor Flav or something.
    â€œAnd again, why wouldn’t I?”
    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. “If you have something to say, say it.”
    They exchanged glances and, finally, it was Kennedi who spoke first.
    â€œLook, you know we like Alvin.

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