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for that. Even still, I told Bali, “Sweetie, you don’t ever have to worry your pretty little swoop about anybody ever putting their hands on me,” I said.
    â€œYeah, especially Bryce,” Shay said, motioning down the hall at my ex-boyfriend, Bryce Logan, who was hugged up with his girlfriend, Callie. “Looks like his hands are wrapped all around Callie these days.”
    Shay was hoping to get a rise out of me talking about the girl Bryce had started dating after me. Shay knew how much in love Bryce and I used to be so I guess she thought I was going to get mad. I admit (well, I wouldn’t admit it out loud) I was a little shocked that Bryce and Callie were still together. It had been almost six months now. But Bryce was the past. As if that nobody or his girlfriend were even on my radar now.
    â€œYou know, I just asked because I saw Sheridan and Javier going at it earlier and I swear he was about to slap the mess out of her,” Bali continued. I think they were all a little mad at Sheridan because she hadn’t stayed mad at me over the Miami Divas thing. “Then,” Bali continued, “I heard about what went down at the party with Kennedi and her boo.”
    â€œSo, you know, birds of a feather,” Shay added, laughing.
    â€œSo that means you’re a thieving wannabe girl, too,” I said bluntly.
    Both her and Bali glared at me. “At least I’m not a gossiping, backstabbing tramp,” she shot back.
    Shay and I definitely had the most volatile of the relationships. Maybe it was because she was ghetto-rich and I didn’t do ghetto. Even when we tried to move forward and at least be frenemies, we always ended up fighting again.
    â€œShouldn’t you be somewhere raising bail money?” I asked her. “I heard your daddy got arrested last night at the strip club.”
    I knew it was low to talk about her dad, Jalen Turner, one of the biggest basketball players in the country and a center for the Miami Heat. Yes, he was rich, but money couldn’t buy class and Mr. Turner proved that with his numerous arrests for fighting, drinking, and other stuff.
    â€œGirl, I will knock the mess outta you,” Shay said, stepping toward me.
    Bali stepped in my face, blocking her. Good thing, because I was about to take some of her daddy’s millions.
    â€œLook here,” Bali said, wagging a finger in my direction.
    â€œNo, you look,” I said, not backing down. “I don’t have a beef with you, Bali. In fact, we used to be really cool.”
    â€œ Used to be,” he said, rolling his eyes.
    â€œAll I’m saying is, I don’t want the drama,” I continued.
    â€œWe know where we stand with each other, and I’m cool with that. I’m trying to go to class, so excuse me.” I tried to step around him again, but he jumped in front of me again.
    â€œNaw, see, you really think you’re the queen bee now, but you’re not.”
    I sighed heavily. Why they’d picked today of all days to mess with me, I didn’t know. But I was tired of being nice. “Look, Bali. It’s no need to hate me. Your show didn’t work, but I’m sure if you guys get together”—I motioned to all of them, including Evian, who still hadn’t said a word—“and get with some of the kids from the broadcasting class, I’m sure you all can film some stuff to be on YouTube.”
    â€œIs she throwing shade?” Bali asked, looking at Shay.
    â€œIt’s all she knows how to do,” Shay said, turning her lips out.
    Thankfully, our principal, Mr. Carvin, stepped out in the hall and started yelling for us to get to class. He stopped right in front of me.
    â€œMiss Morgan, are you causing problems again?” Mr. Carvin didn’t particularly care for me because he said the stories I did “made our school look bad.” But since my shine kept Miami High in the limelight, there