At that moment, Stacey Smith and her friends come gliding into the gym, each of them holding a copy of the Washington News. I can’t tell if they look upset, but I definitely get a little nervous when they scan the bleachers. Do they know it’s me writing “Juicy Gossip?”

“Stacey!” Robbie Prinzo shouts. “Did you read the school newspaper? You’re a celebrity!”

Stacey sweeps her silky hair away from her face and smiles calmly at Robbie. “I already knew that.”

Keisha and I watch Stacey and her friends slide into the bleachers a few rows below us. Stacey turns to Jasmine. “I have to figure out who wrote Juicy Gossip. What kind of name is Little Miss Mango, anyway?”

I can’t help but grin. I’m proud of the title of my gossip column and my pen name. They’re pretty appropriate, since I overheard all of the scoop while I was working at Juice It. No one will ever make the connection, since they don’t even know I work there. It’s pretty clever, if I do say so myself.