other day, but she made it sound kinda serious.â
âHonestly, I havenât even read the stories,â Sydney lied as she pulled her Tom Ford sunglasses over her eyes to avoid Carmenâs gaze. âAltimus and my mom are really confident that everything is going to be fine. So you know, I just have to trust them.â
âI understand,â Carmen said with a nod. âI donât want to stress you. I was just a little worried. You know you can tell me anything.â
Sydney paused as she thought about the IRS auditor who had set up shop in her stepfatherâs home office the past week, and the strict $150 monthly spending limit that Keisha had imposed on her AMEX that very morning. She took a deep breath and forced a smile. âOf course,â Sydney said as she reached out to pat Carmenâs hand reassuringly. âOf course I would tell you.â
8
LAUREN
âMy God, not again,â Donald said, flopping down on the floor while his friend queued up the music for the thousandth time. He and Lauren were in the middle of a powwow on how to make Caroline play the rear on the dance squadâa four-hour session that involved three strawberry-banana smoothies, several packages of Ritz crackers with American cheese slices, two humongous bags of gummy bears, a pack of grape Now and Laters, and at least thirty rewinds of a TiVoed episode of 106 & Park featuring throwback videos by Beyoncé, OutKast, and Thug Heaven, meant to provide a little inspiration and more than a couple of moves for Laurenâs choreography. âItâs hot already, goodness. If you do the damn thing one more time, youâre not going to be able to shake it fast at practice tomorrow.â
âOkay, seriously? Iâm gonna need you to stop acting like youâre the one doing all the work,â Lauren snapped, pushing the PAUSE button on her Bose stereo.
Lauren was on a missionâa righteous one, indeed. Word on the curb was that Caroline, the sophomore basketball dance squad member with the hots for Sydneyâs ex, was coming for Laurenâs Number One spot, and she would be damned if she was going to just let somebody come in and steal her head cheerleader-in-charge title. About this much, Lauren was clear: She wasnât about to go down without a fight.
âYouâre going to need me to walk into practice and show those girls a thing or two if you want to continue riding on the team bus to the games,â Lauren snapped at Donald, who, though heâd graciously agreed to watch and give feedback, was now too overloaded with sugar to put in critical work. âStay. Focused.â
âTrue,â Donald said, popping a red gummy bear into his mouth. âYou know how I feel about the backseat of the squad bus. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when Iâm bouncing around back there.â
âEasy,â Lauren laughed. âThat was a mental image I just donât need.â
âOkay, okay,â Donald giggled. âLet me fix the mental, then. Caroline? With the squad captainâs bullhorn? Not good.â
âI know, right?â Lauren said, huffing and rubbing her sore knee. âIâm going to need to do a little bit more than go in there with jacked Beyoncé moves to get the team to vote for meâthat much I know.â
âCome on,â Donald insisted. âTheyâd be fools not to vote you captain.â
âThatâs the problem,â Lauren said. âThey are fools. Havenât you read YRT lately? My entire existence is under question now that stories about Altimusâs business are being downloaded directly onto the site. I swear, donât people have anything better to do than get in my familyâs business?â
âUm, not really,â Donald deadpanned.
âExactly,â Lauren said. âJust today, Elizabeth Chiclana raised her hand in Econ and asked Mr. Siegret to explain the difference
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