Fabulous Read Online Free PDF Page B

the best—no, correction— the best Sweet Sixteens!”
    “But you’re going to be fifteen ,” Marisol stressed as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and applied lip gloss to her lips.
    Starr whipped around to eye her and cocked an eyebrow really high. “No sugar-honey iced tea, Sherlock.”
    Marisol shrugged.
    Dionne bit back a smile.
    Most of the time, Marisol and Starr quietly struggled with each other to see just who was in charge. It was during those tugs-of-war and silly moments that Dionne just sat back and enjoyed the show.
    Starr rolled her eyes at Mari and began to pace up and down the length of the bathroom. The stiffness of her uniform skirt made a swishing noise as she moved. “There are only a few more weeks and there is a lot of planning to do. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner.”
    Marisol snorted and muttered something under her breath that Dionne didn’t catch. She eyed her. Marisol gestured that she would tell her about it later. Dionne’s guess was that the whole B-day bash was Marisol’s idea and not Starr’s. Their friend had a way of claiming an idea as her own.
    “I’ll have my mom’s party planner put it all togetherand Daddy will contact MTV and get that ball rolling.” Star continued to pace and the swishing seemed to get louder.
    There was no stopping Starr Lester when she was on a mission.
    The first bell rang.
    Dionne grabbed her book bag. “I’m out, y’all,” she told them over her shoulder before she walked out the bathroom. She wanted to get to class on time. After her talk with her mom last night she was keenly aware that Pace Academy with its high price tag and fancy bathroom was more of a blessing than a right.

six
    Marisol
September 02 @ 11:43 a.m. | Mood: Nosy
    Marisol’s ponytail bobbed up and down at the back of her head as she walked as fast as she could without drawing too much attention to herself. Her eyes scanned the crowd of rowdy students. All one hundred and thirty upperclassmen ate lunch during the same period: 12:30 p.m. The Pace Academy dining hall resembled an upscale mall food court, with most of the students lined up at one of the various food stations.
    Mari’s stomach growled at the thought of tasting a pepperoni personal-pan pizza from the pizza station, but she ignored the hunger pangs and forged ahead. Starr and Dionne were walking toward their table with large frozen fruit cups. Marisol headed straight for them.
    “Guess what?” she gasped, still trying to catch her breath after her mini-sprint across campus.
    Starr sat down in one of the chairs surrounding the large round wooden table. She frowned at Marisol’s attire—a very fitted unitard. “Is that a camel toe?” she asked, eyeing the wedge between Marisol’s thighs.
    “Why you looking so hard, Starr?” Marisol snapped, even as she whipped her gym bag in front of her body.
    “It was pretty hard to miss,” Starr volleyed back as she stirred the smoothie with her straw.
    “An-y-way…there’s a blog about Pace Academy. Everyone was talking about it in gym class,” Marisol told them as she reached for Dionne’s cup and took a deep slurp. She frowned at the taste of mango as she passed it back to Didi. She hated mangos.
    Starr sighed like she was bored.
    Dionne took a deep swallow of her smoothie.
    Oh, no they didn’t, Marisol thought. She was not one to be ignored. She dropped her duffel bag on top of the table and dug her hand inside its side pocket to pull out her BlackBerry. She cleared her throat and licked her pouty lips. “Only half the school day is gone and the drama is already flying as thick as Tyra Banks’s weave.”
    Marisol averted her eyes and when she looked back at her friends she was more than a little satisfied to find their eyes on her. They all loved juice and the best was yet to come.
    Starr reached up to grab Marisol’s phone but Marisol stepped back out of her reach with a wicked na-nana-na-na smile.
    Marisol continued on. “What