Gram didn’t notice the new backpack, or at least she didn’t say anything about it. But Doris did. When Kaden apologized to her, she just said, “Apology accepted,” then nodded toward the backpack and added, “I see Chapston City profited from Luke’s behavior.” Kaden didn’t reply.
Luke noticed the backpack, too.
“Ooh, new backpack,” he said sarcastically, sitting behind Kaden on the bus. “And camo, too. Gonna use it to hide stolen loot?”
Kaden ignored him but smiled to himself. He knew despite his sarcasm Luke was envious of the backpack. There wasn’t a boy in school who wouldn’t love to have a backpack like that one. But Luke would never say anything like “awesome backpack,” especially to Kaden.
As Kaden quickly scrambled off the bus, he wondered what Yo-Yo would say. Even after yesterday, even if he blew having Yo-Yo as a friend, Kaden doubted the new boy would give him the silent treatment when he saw the new backpack. Kaden chuckled to himself. Actually, he doubted if Yo-Yo was even capable of being silent.
When Kaden entered Ms. Ales’s room, he instantly noticed Yo-Yo’s backpack on a desk in the middle of the room. Right behind Elana’s desk, kitty-cornered to Luke’s. Someone’s history textbook sat on the desk behind Yo-Yo’s, claiming that seat.
Kaden crossed the room and swung his backpack onto his usual desk. He knew what had happened. Luke had informed Yo-Yo who Kaden was, that he came from a bad family, had bad blood. Yo-Yo had also been out to the cabins and saw how differently he and Gram lived. Now it was obvious. Yo-Yo had teamed up with Luke and Elana. Kaden had hoped it would be like it was yesterday, that Yo-Yo would talk to him, that Yo-Yo thought of him as a friend. But the backpack across the room told him otherwise.
Once again, Kaden felt angry. Angry at himself this time. It was all his fault, he told himself. He was the one who had yelled at Yo-Yo. He was the one who said he didn’t need a friend.
Kaden laid his head on his backpack and closed his eyes, dreading the first bell. Dreading seeing Yo-Yo prance into the room, laughing with Luke and Elana, laughing about Kaden, proving he didn’t need Kaden as a friend.
“Hey,” Yo-Yo’s voice called out suddenly. Kaden startled. He hadn’t heard Yo-Yo come in.
“I tried to hurry but Mom made me help carry boxes, so I couldn’t be here to tell you when you first got here.” Yo-Yo didn’t sound angry. He sounded like nothing had even happened yesterday on the bus.
“Tell me what?” Kaden asked.
“We’re moving,” Yo-Yo announced.
“Moving? You just got here. Is your dad being stationed somewhere else already?”
“My family’s not moving,” Yo-Yo answered. “My dad retired. He’s not in the Navy anymore. We’re here to stay.”
“But you said you were moving,” Kaden said.
“Not me. Us. You and me. We’re moving.”
“Huh?” Kaden said.
“Nothing says ‘loser’ more than sitting in the back corner,” Yo-Yo said.
“You sat in the back corner yesterday,” Kaden said.
“I always grab the back corner on the first day at a new school. That way I can see the entire classroom. Check everyone out. See their reactions when my name is announced. You can tell a lot from reactions.”
“Oh yeah? What did you learn from my reaction?”
“A lot. First off, you didn’t laugh when you heard my name, or even smile, even though everyone else did. So, you’re not the type to make fun of others. And second, you’re your own man. You didn’t follow along with the crowd, but . . .” Yo-Yo hesitated.
“But what?” Kaden said.
“I probably shouldn’t say this after seeing how you can have a bit of a temper,” Yo-Yo continued. “I don’t know what that was all about on the bus yesterday, but it came to me on the way back home.”
“What came to you?” Kaden said.
“That I was in your usual seat in every class yesterday and nobody ever sat in the desk beside me. So I made another deduction. You always sit back here by yourself. Nobody in front of you, nobody beside you.” Yo-Yo paused, tilted his head, and looked at Kaden. “You’re not very popular, are you?”
“Who says I want to be popular? Luke’s popular. Who wants to be like him?”
“Luke’s not popular; people just act like they like him. They’re afraid not to,” Yo-Yo said.
“What’s that got to do with moving?”
“You can’t get friends sitting back in the corner by yourself. Before you know it . . .” Yo-Yo suddenly stopped talking, finally noticing what was on Kaden’s desk. “Hey, wicked backpack!” he said. “Can I see?” He grabbed the backpack and looked through each compartment, all the time talking about how sweet it was and what each compartment could hold. Kaden expected Yo-Yo to ask where he got it, but after he’d gone through each pocket, Yo-Yo went back to the previous subject.
“So, there’s our new seats, near Luke and Elana,” Yo-Yo said, pointing toward the middle of the room.
“I don’t think where I sit will change my popularity,” Kaden said, but Yo-Yo ignored him. He took Kaden’s backpack and crossed the room.
“Yours . . . ,” Yo-Yo said, picking up the history book and plopping Kaden’s backpack on the desk, “and mine.” Yo-Yo put the history book down beside his own backpack.
First bell rang and voices started coming toward them. Before anyone entered the room, Kaden asked, “Why these seats?”
“It’s all about location. It’s easier to whisper over a shoulder than side to side. And, being more used to talking to others in class, I can get away with turning around to talk better than you can.”
“But why so close to Luke?” Kaden asked.
“Being close to Luke shows you’re not afraid of him. But you want to stay behind him so you can keep your eye on him. Make him have to turn around to see you. But not directly behind him where he can get to you easily.”
“And Elana?”
“She’s cute, you have to admit it.” Yo-Yo grinned. “Besides, she’s not bad if you get her away from Luke.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Kaden said, “but the only place where she’s not around Luke is at Pillie’s. Luke’s banned from the Purple Cow, but you’ll never get Elana away from Luke at school.”
“Patience, Kaden, patience. You can’t expect miracles overnight,” Yo-Yo answered. “I’ve only been here one day.”
Kaden laughed. It suddenly seemed like it had been a month since yesterday. And if someone asked Kaden what his impressions were of Yo-Yo, Kaden would have to say besides being a bit hyper, Yo-Yo was the easiest person in the world to make friends with.
Kaden and Yo-Yo sat down at their new locations as the other students piled into the classroom. Luke came in beside Elana, took one look at Kaden, and marched straight toward him. As he passed Yo-Yo, he reached out and shoved Yo-Yo’s backpack and history book to the floor. Then he turned to Kaden.
“What are you sitting here for? Nobody said you could come out of solitary confinement,” Luke sneered. He picked up the corner of Kaden’s desk and tipped it over. “Get back to your corner and take that compact little punk with you.”
The room quieted, waiting to see what would happen next. But before anything could happen between Kaden and Luke, Yo-Yo jumped up, grabbed Kaden’s backpack from the floor, and leaped over the toppled desk onto a chair. A row of desks and an aisle separated him from Luke.
“Hey, everybody, isn’t Kaden’s backpack wicked?” Yo-Yo started saying, holding the backpack up over his head for all to see. Everyone’s attention was instantly drawn away from Luke as Yo-Yo continued talking. “I don’t know any kid who has a backpack like this one. And I can’t believe where Kaden gets to live! I know you guys have known each other forever, and I’m just the new kid, but I heard all these rumors yesterday, so I sneaked onto the bus just to see if they were true, and like I said, I couldn’t believe it! Kaden really does live in cabins out in the woods. Most people only get to go someplace like that when they go on vacation, but Kaden gets to live there every day and . . .”
Everyone seemed mesmerized by Yo-Yo, who was talking so fast, it was hard to actually know where one sentence stopped and another began. Nobody noticed that Ms. Ales had walked in and was ringing her little brass bell until Kaden pulled Yo-Yo down from the chair, clamped his hand over Yo-Yo’s mouth, and loudly said, “Yo-Yo, shut up!”
The words were the same as the ones he yelled on the bus the day before, but this time, there was no anger in Kaden’s voice. This time, he had a smile on his face. And, except for Luke, the rest of the class was laughing. Not at Kaden, but with him.