"Okay, one word," Amandla said, sitting down on the table. "Famous," I looked up at her. "We're famous," she squealed. "Look," she held out the video for me to see. It was the video of the party.
"I saw it," I mumbled, looking down.
"What's wrong? You don't look happy," Sam inquired, eyeing me.
"I don't have to be happy all the time," I murmured quietly, grabbing my milkshake.
"Okay, what happened?" Amandla asked me, sliding next to me.
We were seated at the Cafe. I missed this place, honestly. At the same time, I'm glad that I don't work here. Mrs Grace was pretty mean. I was always working under pressure.
"Well, not every one thinks my relationship with Jackson is genuine," I mumbled, thinking back to my class.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"They think I'm after his money
