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you? Gosh—trying on all that heavy sportswear really worked up my appetite. Want to grab a milk shake upstairs? JR says now I can eat anything I want, as long as I sprinkle a half a cup of protein powder in it.” She reached into her purse and waved a Ziploc bag of beige powder in the air.
    â€œOkay, that’s nasty.” I laughed. “But you know I never say no to a milk shake.”
    SBB paid for a comfy pale lavender Theory track-suit and we took the elevator to the top floor toward the airy white café, Snacks at Saks.
    â€œWell,” SBB said, sidling through the crowded restaurant to look for a table. “Now that my spaz attack is over, let’s talk about your fabulously romantic spring break trip to Paris, shall we?” Her headwhipped around. “Oh my God, Amber! What are you doing here?”
    SBB leaned down to air-kiss a beautiful dark-haired girl eating a seaweed salad at the bar. I recognized her as Amber Mobley, SBB’s costar from the romantic country-and-western comedy
Holding Merle Haggard
.
    â€œI’m in between sets,” Amber said, accepting the kiss. “So I flew out to visit an old friend. Do you and your friend want to join us for dinner?” She turned to me, smiled, and stuck out her hand. “I’m Amber.”
    SBB put her hand on my shoulder. “This is my very best friend,” she said proudly. “Flan Flood.”
    Amber’s eyes narrowed and she made a very small “huh” noise under her breath. What was that about? It was almost like the sound of my name surprised her. But before I had the chance to ask, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
    â€œOh, hi, Flan. What brings
you
to
our
table?”
    It was Kennedy Pearson. She slid into the seat across from Amber and jerked her thumb at me. “This is the girl I was just telling you about.” She looked back at me. “We were all at this party at 60 Thompson last night, maybe you heard about it. A benefit for the Maui Hotel.”
    That was the party Alex went to last night. The party I skipped because of my family dinner.
    â€œIt was so fun,” Kennedy continued, something in her voice sounding suspiciously excited. “And so many cute boys there.” She winked at Amber. “Oh my God, I’ll show you guys pictures.”
    SBB and I glanced at each other warily. It wasn’t like Kennedy to delve into party details with me.
    She whipped out her iPhone and started scrolling through her pictures from the night before. “Here’s one of Amber getting hit on by Leo, and here’s one of me and TZ. Adorable. Oh—Flan, here’s one of Alex. The girl in the picture with him is my oldest friend, Cookie Monsoon. She’s really wild—
so
much fun. See?”
    She shoved the phone under my nose. I squinted to make out the scene. There was Alex in his yellow Arden B. pin-striped shirt looking studly. He was sitting on a couch talking to some girl I didn’t recognize. Huh. I leaned in for a better look. It was kind of blurry, but I could tell they were sitting really close.
    Wait.
    WAS ALEX KISSING HER?
    Oh. My. God.
    I could feel my knees go wobbly beneath me, and I stumbled back a little into SBB. She caught mearound the waist, took the phone from my hands, and shoved it back at Kennedy.
    â€œOh, I’m sorry,” Kennedy said innocently. “You probably didn’t want to see that, did you?”
    â€œWhat the hell is your problem, Kennedy?” SBB hissed.
    Kennedy shrugged. “Look, maybe it’s better that Flan know Alex is cheating on her. Imagine getting all the way to Paris only to be embarrassed in front of all your friends when he finally confesses.”
    I was reeling. The white restaurant was starting to look spotty and red, and I could tell I was going to faint if I didn’t get out of there fast. Kennedy was still talking a mile a minute, but it was all starting to sound fuzzy in my ringing