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  Also by ReShonda Tate Billingsley

  Rumor Central

  You Don’t Know Me Like That

  Real As It Gets

  Published by Kensington Publishing Corp.

  Truth Or Dare RUMOR CENTRAL

  RESHONDA TATE BILLINGSLEY

  Dafina KTeen Books KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. www.kensingtonbooks.com

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  Table of Contents

  Also by ReShonda Tate Billingsley

  Title Page

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  A READING GROUP GUIDE - TRUTH OR DARE

  DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

  Rumor Central continues with Boy Trouble

  Copyright Page

  Author’s Note

  Well, here I am again, wrapping up Book 4 in the Rumor Central series. I can’t begin to thank you guys for showing me (and Maya Morgan) so much love. I love creating the good, the bad, and the downright scandalous drama that Maya seems to keep getting herself caught up in.

  It’s such a blessing to be able to do what you love. And I’ve been a lover of the written word since I was a little girl. So to be able to do this on a daily basis is a dream come true.

  Some people don’t know this about me, but I wrote my very first story two weeks after my fifteenth birthday. There was this magazine called True Confessions. It was actually an adult magazine (don’t tell my mom), with all these scandalous stories that women found themselves caught up in. They had a call for stories, so I submitted a story about how I stole my sister’s husband (the stories were supposed to be true, but of course, since my sister was only twelve, I’d made mine up). I never expected to see that story published. I just wanted to make up something. So, imagine my surprise when I got a letter from the magazine saying that they loved my story and wanted to publish it! They sent me a check for a hundred and fifty dollars. (I never cashed that check because I didn’t have a bank account and I was too scared of my mama.)

  Unfortunately, I set my dream of writing on the shelf, and tried to pursue something “a little safer.” If I have any regrets in my life, that would be it—to have a love like I did for writing, but not explore it because I wanted to “be safe.” Oh, I could’ve been safe, and still pursued my passion on the side, and not hung it up altogether. So, for all you aspiring young writers, keep writing, keep believing, and keep putting pen to paper.

  As usual, I can’t wrap up without a heartfelt thanks to some very special people in my life. To my children, Mya, Morgan, and Myles (notice how I use their names in the books ). Thanks to the rest of my family; my friends; my agent, Sara Camilli; my phenomenal editor, Selena James; my bomb publicist, Adeola Saul; and all the fab folks at Kensington.

  Much love to my friends and sisters of the teen pen who also craft wonderful reads for young people, Stephanie Perry Moore, Ni-Ni Simone, Nikki Carter, Shelia Goss, and Victoria Christopher Murray. Make sure you check out their teen books as well!

  Thanks to the terrific readers who pick up my books, tell others, and show me so much love. Big shout-out to parents and grandparents like Bettie Beard, Marsha Cecil, Jetola Anderson Blair, Joan Estinval, Danyelle Brown-Schulze, La Tonya Mavins, Beverly Harper, Sharla Lewis, and all the adults who always make sure they are putting my books in their children’s and grandchildren’s hands. Major love to all the other parents, teachers, librarians, reading and literacy specialists, and concerned adults who turn teens on to my books. Keep spreading the word and I’ll keep writing!

  I can’t wrap without sending a huge shout-out to my social media followers. You guys keep me motivated, inspired, and encouraged! I wish I could name each of you personally, but how about you just insert your name here: _________. A thousand thanks to you!

  Make sure you shoot me an email at [email protected] or follow me on Instagram at ReShonda Tate Billingsley and let me know what you think about Rumor Central. Can’t wait to hear from you. Now, get to reading. The next book in the Rumor Central series is coming soon!

  Much Love,

  ReShonda

  Chapter 1

  I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched the commercial with white sandy beaches, crisp blue water, and hot-bodied people walking up and down the beach. In just a few days, that would be me (of course I would be a lot cuter than that busted-looking chick in this commercial). But I couldn’t wait. It was about to be on!

  “Stand by,” my director, Manny, said, snapping me out of my daze.

  I turned back to the camera to get my shine on (not that it ever left), but I got into serious focus mode when the camera turned on. As the popular host of the hottest celebrity gossip show—not just in Miami, but in the country—I always had to bring my A game.

  “And we’re back in five, four, three, two . . .” Manny pointed to me as the Rumor Central theme music came up.

  “What’s up, everybody?” I began. “It’s your girl, Maya Morgan, and we hope you’ve enjoyed today’s edition of Rumor Central. You’d better believe that we’re all over this latest story about Usher, and you’ll want to make sure you keep it locked here to get the latest scoop. But you’ll have to tune in in two weeks because your girl is out! That’s right, I’m heading to Cancun, Mexico, for a little fun in the sun, rest and relaxation, and an all-around great time at the world-famous Spring Break Fling! Check out this short video from the Fling last year, shot by none other than one of the members of the boy band Four Dudes.”

  On the video, stars were partying with regular people in what looked like the best party ever.

  The weeklong Spring Break Fling had been going on for a few years, but in the past couple of years, young celebs started going and that took things to a whole other level. Granted, I was going with my senior class, but I wasn’t about to tell my viewers that. I didn’t need the world to see I was getting excited about a high school thing. But make no mistake, I was pumped. The only thing that could’ve made this better was if my cousin, Travis, were going. Despite some drama with his drug-dealing friend last month (long story), I loved kicking it with my cousin, who had come to live with us earlier this year. Travis was fun with a capital F, but he was going back home to Brooklyn, New York, for spring break to spend time with his sick mother.

  No worries, though, because the party must go on!

  Manny gave me the cue to wrap, so I said, “Yours truly will be all up in the mix this year, so you know it’s gonna be fiyah! Enjoy the break. I know I will. Until next time, holla at your girl.”

  The theme music came up again as the credits started rolling. I couldn’t get my earpiece out of my ear fast enough.

  “Bye, Manny,” I called out, not bothering to wait for a reply. I was so ready for a vacation. Since I’d start
ed as host of Rumor Central, I had become a workaholic, which wouldn’t be so bad if I weren’t seventeen and in the prime of my teen years. But hey, you couldn’t be on top—and stay on top—like me by being a slacker. As Diddy said, “I’ll sleep when I die.” So, I wasn’t making plans to sleep in Cancun, but I was going to kick it. Even though my girl Kennedi didn’t go to school with us in Miami (she lived in Orlando), I’d managed to finagle her on to this trip. (Hey, when you were a rich chick like me, you made your own rules.)

  Anyway, between Kennedi and my other BFF, Sheridan—and of course the fact that I was the life of the party, any party—we were about to have a blast.

  “Looks like somebody is ready to go,” my executive producer, Tamara, said, approaching me as I speed-walked down the hall back to my office. As usual, she was fly in a burgundy custom-tailored Vera Wang pantsuit. Her jet-black bob had her looking ready to kick butt and take names. I guess that’s why she was the top dog at Rumor Central—next to me, that is.

  “Well, that’s the understatement of the year. I am so ready to get out of here,” I replied, stopping to face her.

  Dexter, the show producer, stood next to her smiling mischievously. Dexter was Tamara’s partner in crime and ever since they’d canceled Miami Divas, a reality show that I had starred in with four other people, and given me my own show, they were always conspiring with one another.

  “Uh-oh,” I said, my gaze darting back and forth between the two of them. Whenever Dexter got that look in his eyes, something was up. It meant his mind was churning.

  I glanced at my watch. I had fifteen minutes before I was off. So I didn’t need his mind to be churning with anything concerning me.

  I decided I wasn’t even going to ask questions. “Umm, okay then, I’ll see you guys in two weeks,” I said, trying to step around them.

  “Hold on,” Tamara said, following me. “We’re going to walk with you to your office.”

  I looked back and forth between the two of them. “I’m off in fifteen minutes.” They gave me a lot of respect, and sometimes, I could tell the older people at the station had a problem with me being only seventeen years old, but I’d more than proven my worth. In the beginning, people used to doubt if the gossip I delivered was legit, but they had quickly learned that I was right on the money with most of the stuff I brought to the table. Being in Miami’s “It Clique” had allowed me that luxury.

  “This will only take ten minutes,” Dexter said, giddily, like he was hiding some big secret.

  “Okay, what’s up?” I said. I walked in my office and started gathering my things. I would listen, but I didn’t want to stop and make them think I was giving them too much of my time.

  “Well,” Tamara said as she exchanged glances with Dexter. “We know you’re about to head to Cancun with your friends and so Dexter and I were talking . . .”

  Dexter was so excited that he couldn’t even let her finish. “And we think now would be the perfect time to take the show on the road.”

  “Excuse me?” I said, finally stopping and giving them my undivided attention.

  “Think about it,” he said. “Maya Morgan in Cancun at the Spring Break Fling with young celebrities from all over the country? Oh, that’s some good juicy material waiting to happen,” Dexter said.

  I couldn’t believe they were going there—again. When I’d first started the show it was bad enough that I’d had to turn my back on my Miami Divas costars. Since she was my best friend, Sheridan had since gotten over it. But the others—Shay Turner, Bali Fernandez, and Evian Javid—were still salty about it. So, I’d felt bad about that (for a brief minute anyway), but then I’d had to sell out my friends for ratings and that had created major drama. Now, here they were asking me to do it again.

  Dexter must’ve been able to tell my mind was churning because he said, “You talked about wanting to go international. This is the perfect opportunity.”

  Tamara continued. “I was talking to someone and they told me a whole lot of young celebs go to the Spring Break Fling. It’s become a hot spot for them to let their hair down. That sounds like some good stories waiting to happen.”

  “This is supposed to be my vacation!” I protested.

  “Sweetie, do you think Beyoncé takes a vacation?” Dexter said.

  “Ummm, as a matter of fact she does,” I replied.

  “No, trust and believe, I assure you, she’s still working even while she’s on vacation,” Dexter said.

  “We’re not trying to take away from your fun. We’re just saying now would be a perfect time to have a camera crew go on the road,” Tamara interjected.

  I shook my head. I was so not feeling this idea. “I just want to relax and have a good time.”

  “And you can,” Tamara said. “If we send a camera crew, we’re footing the bill.”

  I looked at them sarcastically like that was supposed to be enticing to me. I could foot my own bill. As a matter of fact, this trip had already been paid for.

  “Everything’s already taken care of,” I said.

  “So, you have the penthouse suite of the InterContinental Presidente?” Tamara asked matter-of-factly.

  “How do you know where we’re staying?”

  “Honey, we know everything,” Dexter said, folding his arms and flashing a sly smile.

  “Well, no, I don’t have the penthouse suite. We tried to get it, but they told us it was unavailable.”

  Both Tamara and Dexter smiled. “It’s unavailable for normal people. Not for a network like WSVV,” Tamara said.

  “So picture yourself in the penthouse,” Dexter added. “I mean you’re already the ‘it’ chick and I’m sure you have a very nice room, but we’ve booked the whole top floor of the InterContinental Presidente. The penthouse suite just for Maya Morgan.”

  That made me raise an eyebrow.

  “We’ll make sure you have a driver, unlimited food and drink—non-alcoholic of course—everything at your disposal. We know you can do all of this yourself, but why bother? Let us do it for you,” Tamara said.

  I narrowed my eyes. “And all I have to do is agree to let you film the trip?”

  “That’s it,” Dexter said with a smile. “Let us film it and Rumor Central gets the scoop.”

  “And we’ll even give you your free time,” Tamara added. “Just get us enough for a few stories and the rest of the time is yours.”

  I wasn’t feeling this idea because I really had been looking forward to just relaxing, but images of the penthouse suite, a driver at my disposal, and an all-around good time on someone else’s dime made me say, “Fine I’m in.”

  I hoped it wasn’t a decision that I would end up regretting.

  Chapter 2

  “Ain’t no party like a spring break party ’cause a spring break party don’t stop!”

  I laughed as several of my friends sang our signature It Clique song while the baggage handlers loaded our luggage onto the party bus. I’d invited along a select group—the “in” crowd—and they were all hyped when they saw the bus.

  My friends and I had really been hyped the whole plane ride here to Cancun. Most of us travelled quite often—all over the world, in fact—but it was nothing like being able to spend a week on a sandy beach with your friends. Yeah, we had some chaperones, but we had made it very clear that with the kind of money our parents shelled out for our exclusive private school, Miami High, those chaperones were just here to make sure nobody died and nothing more.

  “Come on, Maya!” Sheridan called out, heading toward the bus.

  Kennedi had already gotten comfortable in the front seat. I wanted to laugh. That was so Kennedi, staking her claim. I was just about to say something when I saw the cameraman and sound guy from my station approach us. I’d known they were sending these two and one undercover cameraman. I hadn’t warned any of my friends that Rumor Central was sending a production crew. I knew they wouldn’t be happy about it so I wasn’t going to say anything until the last possible moment. And it
looked like the last possible moment was here.

  “What’s up, Maya?” the cameraman, a guy named Quincy, said as they walked up to the van. “I see you guys just made it.”

  “Yeah,” was all I could say.

  “Our flight just got in, too,” Quincy said.

  Sheridan and several of my other classmates stopped in their tracks, looked at them, at me, and then back at them.

  “Oh, unh-uh,” my friend Zenobia said. “Is that a Rumor Central crew?”

  “I know they’re not here to film us,” Shay said.

  I wanted to tell Shay that she was lucky to even be on this party bus, since I didn’t like her ghetto-fabulous behind anyway. She was only here because I’d invited her and Evian Javid. Our relationship had never been the same since all of that drama with Miami Divas. Sheridan had gotten over it. Bali had moved away. And while I was back speaking to Shay and Evian, we weren’t cool like that. Still, I invited them along because I was trying to be the bigger person (and of course, I wanted them to see how I was rolling).

  “I know that’s right, no filming,” Sheridan echoed as she handed her Vera Bradley bag to the driver. She turned to face me. “Please tell me they are not here for work.”

  “Chill,” I said to everybody standing around staring at me. “Yes, they are here for work. We are taking Rumor Central on the road, but this is actually a win-win for everybody.”

  All of them gave me a “yeah, right” look. I’d known I was going to catch some flak about the Rumor Central crew being here. I had shared a lot of people’s secrets since my show started eight months ago and that had caused a whole lot of drama. I immediately went into the speech that I had worked on in my head the entire plane ride here.

  “Look, we’re about to have a blast.” I pointed at the party bus. “That’s compliments of Rumor Central. And wait until you see the room they got us.” I figured if I could win over Kennedi and Sheridan, who were staying in the suite with me, they’d be more likely to convince the others that this wasn’t such a bad idea. “I just have to film a little somethin’ for the show. But you guys are straight.”