FanGirl Squeal (RockStars of Romance Book 1) by Jackie Chanel, Madison Taylor

me sleep the
entire four-hour flight. Troy loaded my bags into his Mercedes and we were off
to the airport.
    “Please don’t fight with your sister this trip,” he
lectured. “This weekend isn’t about you and Ashley. And who is doing your hair
since you didn’t come by the shop?”
    I lazily patted my curls. There’s not much anyone can do
with my hair. My natural hair is not a statement or an act of rebellion as my
weave-wearing sister claims. I just love the way my hair grows out of my head.
I’m not cutting it. I’m not chemically straightening it, and I’m not getting a
weave. My grandmother has hair like mine and she is the most beautiful woman on
Earth to me.
    I smiled at Troy. “I don’t know. That gown you packed doesn’t
necessarily go with my ‘fro. Maybe I’ll let Aunt Charlene give me a blowout.”
    “That would be fierce. I’d like to see you with straight
hair. I don’t think I have since high school. And I don’t have to remind the
selfie Queen to take plenty of pictures, do I? Wait a second!” Troy shouted. “Did
you say Aunt Charlene? She’s coming to the party? When did she and your mother
start speaking again?”
    “I don’t know. I’m not really sure if my mother knows she’s
coming.”
    “Hmmph,” Troy scoffed. “That’s not going to end well. Your
momma and Charlene…that’s going to be you and Ashley in a few years if you don’t
get it together.”
    I couldn’t agree more. Ashley and I are history repeating
itself. My mom and her twin, Charlene, are oil and vinegar. Better yet,
gasoline and a flamethrower. Ashley and I are just like them, except the longest
Ashley and I have gone without speaking is a couple of months. Aunt Charlene
stopped speaking to my mother for years…five years to be exact.
    Just as I was about to comment that Ashley is the problem,
not me, my phone started playing Kiss’ The Devil is Me .
    “Speaking of my twin,” I groaned as I unlocked the phone and
hit speaker. “Hey Ash.”
    “Ashley,” my sister corrected me. “Are you on your way to
the airport?”
    “I’m fine, Ash. Thanks for asking. How are you? When are you
going to learn how to hold a proper conversation?”
    “When you learn how to comb your hair,” Ashley fired back. “Are
you on your way to the airport?”
    “Yes, Ash. What do you want?”
    “Savannah,” she started in her cross-examination voice. “I
have something to tell you. I know you’re immediately going to assume that I set
you up, but I didn’t have anything to do with this. In fact, I just found out a
few minutes ago.”
    Drama Queen , I mouthed to Troy who tried – and failed
– to stifle his laugh.
    “What is it, Ash? The suspense is literally killing me.”
    “It’s Ashley,” she corrected me again. “And you should know
that Mom and Dad invited Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds to the party.” Ashley paused for
dramatic effect. “And Jacoby.”
    I could not have heard her correctly. My sister may hate me,
but there’s no way she just said that Jacoby’s coming to my parents’ party. No
way in hell she said that.
    “Repeat that.”
    She did. “I’m so sorry, Savannah.” Ashley actually sounded
sorry. She actually had sympathy in her voice.
    “But why?” I wailed into my phone. “Why is he coming? Why
does he want to be around my family? Does he know I’m going to be there?”
    “Yes,” Ashley replied. “He wants to see you. Mom just told
me that he’s been asking about you and talking about getting you back, but-”
    “That’s bullshit!” Ashley and I said at the same time. I was
surprised to hear her express the same sentiment as me.
    “Don’t worry, sister. We may not always get along, but you
are my twin and I’m not going to let Jacoby near you. After you check-in to
your room, come to my house. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”
    “Sure, Ash.”
    I have my doubts that she didn’t already know about this,
but I didn’t know what else to say. Thankfully, we’d reached