“It’s true. Her name is Cinnamon Belo,” Mickey says.
“It won’t last. There’s no way he’ll stay monogamous. The man is a sex machine,” Shelly chimes in.
“Ewww, she’s dressed like a homeless person.” Candy laughs.
“Bitch.” I throw popcorn at the television.
“What the hell does he see in her? He could do so much better,” Candy adds.
Anneli moves the bowl out of my reach when I go to grab for more. “No wasting delicious snacks here.”
“These two have a history. We’re going to have a virtual chat with a few of their friends from high school after this commercial break,” Dylan says.
“Oh no.” I have a sinking feeling one of those friends may be Trevor.
“Who do you think it is?” Anneli asks.
“I’m afraid to find out.”
The show comes back on and there on the wall behind “The Posse” is a large screen with Bri and Danny on it.
“We have with us Brianna Lockhart and Danny Livingston to provide some insight about the explosive history between Arthur King and Cinnamon Belo,” Dylan announces.
“What can you tell us about Art’s mystery girl?” Shelly asks.
Bri scoffs. “She’s hardly a mystery. She’s a huge-time slut who cheated on her boyfriend with Art. She became pregnant and didn’t know which one was her baby daddy.”
“I can’t believe we were ever friends with that bitch,” Anneli says.
“She’s not lying,” I say.
I can’t be mad at the truth.
“What are your thoughts, Danny?” Candy asks.
“Art has always been a loose cannon—fighting and doing dangerous stunts. Not to mention he tried to kill himself…”
Bri, Danny, and those “Posse” assholes air our dirty laundry for all to see. I’ll be considered the biggest slut in the United States, and Art a sick whack job.
“Change the channel. I can’t listen to any more of this.”
Anneli mutes the television. “Don’t let what they’re saying get to you.”
“It’s impossible not to. One day, Sebastian is going to see this interview. What will he think of me?”
“He will think you’re an amazing mom who took very good care of him,” Anneli says, putting the bowl on the bed to give me a hug.
“I hope you’re right.”
“I know I am.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem, babe. How about we find a movie to watch starring hunky Jason Momoa?”
“Sounds good to me.” I turn on my back, causing the bowl of popcorn to topple over on the bed.
“Damn, you’ve been fidgeting since you got on this bed. What’s the matter?” Anneli says, cleaning up the mess I made.
