sisterâs face. She could see the nervousness behind her confident statement. But she knew that once Ava was determined to do something, there was no talking her out of it. She had fought hard to become the only girl on the boysâ football team. And she had never given up when their parents refused to let her play basketball. Besides, she really had been amazing during cheerleading tryouts.
âIâm sure youâll be great,â Alex said supportively.
The school bus made a noise like a groaning dinosaur and pulled up in front of school. When Alex got off the bus, she spotted Emilyâs blond head among the crowd of students walking into school.
âSee you later,â Alex told Ava, jogging toward her friend.
âEmily!â she called out.
Emily turned. She didnât smile when she saw Alex, but she didnât look upset, either. She marched right toward her.
âDo you really think our dance routine is lame?â Emily asked directly.
âThatâs what I wanted to explain,â Alex said. âWhy I texted you last night. But you didnât text back.â
Emily sighed. âLindsey was texting me like crazy too, and I didnât want to get into some text war. So why donât you explain, then?â
The girls walked into the school and leaned against a wall in the front hallway.
âIâm so sorry,â Alex said. âWe were in social studies class, and Lindsey was saying mean things about Max. Sheâs been saying mean things about him for days now. I think sheâs still mad at him for embarrassing her.â
âYeah, I know,â Emily admitted. âIâve been wanting to say something to her about it, but . . . what does that have to do with our dance routine, anyway? Thatâs the part I donât get.â
âWell, she said it was lame that I was working on my project with Max instead of joining your dance act, and that Max was lame, so I just said that the dance routine was lame,â Alex said. âI didnât mean it. Lindsey just pushed me too far.â
Emily nodded. âRosa said it happened something like that. I understand.â
âSo does that mean weâre good?â Alex asked. âBecause I really, really, really am sorry.â
Emily smiled. âYeah, weâre good.â
Alex smiled back, relievedâuntil she remembered that just because Emily forgave her didnâtmean Lindsey would. âI know youâre good, but what about everybody else?â
âI think Rosa understands,â Emily replied. âAnnelise and Charlotte will too, once I explain it to them. But Lindsey is really fuming about it.â
Alex nodded. âIâll make it right with Lindsey, I promise.â
The first morning bell rang, and the girls scurried to their lockers. Alex felt comforted knowing that Emily understood and was still her friend, but she knew that making things right with Lindsey wouldnât be easy. She and Lindsey had gotten off on the wrong foot right from the start, and it had taken months for them to finally become friends. This might be the last straw in their friendship.
Alexâs hunches were right. In social studies, Lindsey made a point never to look in Alexâs direction. And when Max approached Alex and said he would meet her in the library after school, Lindsey whispered something to Rosa and then laughed really loudly.
At lunch Lindsey made it very obvious that she was talking only to Annelise, Charlotte, Rosa, and Emily. She acted like Alex was invisible at the table. Alex knew that talking withher then wouldnât have done any good, so she spent most of the lunch hour listening to a conversation Ava and Jack were having about college basketball and tried to act like everything was normal. She started to wonder if apologizing to Lindsey was even worth it. She could be such a difficult person!
Do I really need a friend like that? Alex wondered. But the
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