Bring It On by Jasmine Beller Read Free Book Online

was a good one, Dad,” Sophie told him. “But you’re supposed to be trying to guess my news.”
    â€œWho was that you were walking out with? Is he in the Performance Group?” Sammi asked, because obviously she had to be more direct. Sophie hadn’t picked up on the “friends” question.
    â€œHis name’s ill papi. And yep, he’s in the group. So, guesses? I’m waiting to hear guesses,” Sophie prodded.
    â€œHis name can’t be ill papi. Ill papi isn’t a name,” her dad said.
    â€œOkay, forget it. I’m telling. The group gets to perform at Disney World next month! Disney. World. How out in the cosmos is that?” Sophie gave a little bounce in her seat.
    â€œThat’s great! Are we invited?” their father asked.
    â€œYeah, do we get to go?” Sammi asked, a picture of her and ill papi watching the fireworks together popping into her head, even though she’d never even said hi to the guy.
    â€œI don’t know yet,” Sophie told them. “But we started working on the number we’re going to do. Gina, the teacher, came up with some slammin’ choreography.”
    â€œAre people in the group from schools all over the place? Like that guy ill papi—what school does he go to?” Sammi asked.
    â€œI don’t know. We didn’t get into it.” She turned and looked at Sammi for a long moment.
    â€œWhat?” Sammi asked.
    Sophie shrugged. “Nothing.”
    Sammi gave her little sister’s arm a squeeze. “So what were you guys talking about, then? You definitely made him laugh somehow, Soph.”
    Sophie shrugged again. “Who knows? I’m always making people laugh, right? I just open my mouth, and it’s ha, ha, ha, plop.”
    Their father laughed.
    â€œSee?” Sophie said.
    â€œIt’s true. Everyone thinks you’re funny,” Sammi agreed.
    â€œFunny, and now a Hip Hop Kid.” Sophie pulled her gym bag tighter against her body.
    â€œYeah, Dad and I were just saying how great that is before you got in the car. And that was before we even knew about the Disney Word thing,” Sammi said. Or about the fact that you’re hangin’ with a guy I’d kill to get close to, she thought.

    Sophie tossed her gym bag on her bed. Disney World! She was going to perform at Disney World! “Hey, Sammi, can I borrow your Kanye West CD?” she called. She couldn’t wait to try out the moves from class again.
    â€œYeah, come on in. It’s on my dresser . . . someplace,” Sammi answered from her bedroom across the hall.
    â€œThanks,” Sophie said as she rushed into her sister’s room and over to the dresser. She started rooting around, trying not to look at the cheerleading awards, and honor student certificates, and choir programs, and, and, and tucked into the frame around Sammi’s mirror. She hated feeling jealous of Sammi. It made her feel like a big ol’ troll. But sometimes when she looked at that mirror, she did.
    â€œHere it is.” Sophie pulled a CD free from the pile on the dresser. “We’re using one of the tracks for our number, and I want to practice.” She grinned. “Actually, I love the moves so much I just can’t wait to do them again.”
    â€œSo does ill papi dig Kanye?” Sammi asked.
    Ill papi. Again.
    â€œHere’s what I know about ill papi,” Sophie said. “His name is ill papi. He’s in the Hip Hop Kidz Performance Group. And, um, his name is ill papi.” She flipped the plastic CD case open and shut a few times. “Why do you want to know?”
    The question came out with an edge. Yikes. Sophie quickly tried to cover. “You can’t want to know because he’s so incredibly smokin’ hot, can you? You’re not that shallow, are you?” she teased, tickling Sammi under the ribs on the right side, the place that always made her go into giggle