Ava did the mature thing. She ignored Andy Baker and his friends. She said nothing to all the kids in her afternoon classes who wrongly speculated about why PJ had left the Tigers. She knew that Alex would tell her to keep it together and not overreact. But if she heard one more snarky comment about Coach, she’d surely burst.
She hated doing the mature thing.
“Where’s Alex?” she’d asked all their friends. No one knew. She finally cornered Emily before eighth period.
Emily shrugged. “Maybe still at student council? She ran off during lunch.”
Had Alex been upset about PJ and Coach too? She wasn’t still so mad at Ava that she wouldn’t come talk to her about it . . . was she?
“The girls’ basketball team will have an early dismissal today for an away game. All players please report to the bus now.” The announcement crackled over the loudspeaker. Ava realized she’d have to wait until tonight for a chance to talk to Alex.
As Ava stepped onto the team bus, Callie called out, “We need to beat them. We have to show them that even with PJ, they’re still losers! Am I right?”
All the girls cheered.
“Who are we playing?” Ava asked.
“Saint Francis Prep,” Madison said with a grimace.
Ava groaned. Of all the teams to be playing today!
She moved down the aisle past Tamara. Tamara stared out the window, lost in her own thoughts. Seeing her made Ava think about PJ, and that made her angry all over again. Tension on the court was already bad between them. How would they ever be able to play together now?
Ava took a seat beside Madison. She popped in her earbuds, pretending to listen to music, and texted Coach.
how are you??? is it bad there? on bus to game now.
Don’t worry about me, pumpkin. Play hard.
aren’t you coming?
Coach had promised he’d watch her game today, since he’d missed the others.
Sorry. Lots to deal with here & not the best place for me to be seen right now.
Of course, Ava suddenly realized. Coach couldn’t very well walk into the Saint Francis gym today. PJ had ruined Coach’s team, and now he’d messed up Coach coming to watch her play!
When they reached the end of the long, winding driveway leading to the red-roofed school, a huge purple-and-white banner greeted them. FIGHTING FALCONS WELCOME PJ KELLY!
Ava hated seeing PJ’s name up on the Saint Francis sign.
“Wow. They had that made fast,” Madison commented. “Didn’t he just decide today?”
Ava knew PJ hadn’t just decided today. This move had been in the works for a while. This was crazy. She wished she’d been able to find Alex earlier. What good was keeping this a secret?
“We should pull it down. That’ll show them!” Callie rallied the group.
“No! Don’t do that.” Coach Rader stood even though the bus hadn’t stopped. “No vandalism. Got it? We’re going into that school with our heads held high.”
“Who’d want to go to this stupid school anyway?” Callie asked, as they filed through the halls and into the gym. “I’d hate to have to wear a uniform.”
“Their dark-purple shirts aren’t so bad,” Tamara pointed out.
“Personally, I am never wearing purple again. As a protest,” Madison declared. “Saint Francis stole PJ from us.”
“The way I heard it, PJ left us.” Jane waved her hand at the shiny gym floors and digital scoreboard. “He obviously wanted fancy. The bleachers even have individual cup holders!”
“That’s cool, don’t you think?” Tamara said.
“Not really,” said Callie.
“Do you really think PJ will like it here?” Madison asked Tamara.
Tamara opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. She busied herself with the zipper of her warm-up jacket.
“Fancy does not win games, girls,” Coach Rader sternly reminded them. Ava’s dad said that often too. “Not on the football field or on this basketball court. Let’s go! Tiger warm-ups.”
They began to stretch. “One, two, three! Tiger roar, right!” called Coach Rader.
As the team cheered and moved right, Tamara stretched left. Ava watched her out of the corner of her eye. With each tiger roar, Tamara’s face drained of color.
“Are you okay?” Ava whispered.
“Like you care!” Tamara’s face crumpled, and she fell out of her stretch. She choked back a sob, then dashed out of the gym.
“What’s happening?” called Coach Rader.
“I’ll go get her,” Ava offered, chasing after Tamara.
She found Tamara in a side hall. She had slid down between the fancy water fountain and a door leading to the parking lot. Ava sat, pulling her knees to her chin just like Tamara.
“Why are you here?” Tamara asked.
“I came to check on you,” Ava said. “You’re upset about PJ, right?”
“Like you know the half of it,” Tamara muttered. “I figured you’d be celebrating. You’re going to get what you want.”
“Huh? What do I want?” Ava turned to her.
“To be the big basketball star. When you get to Ashland High, I’ll be long gone. You’ll have the court to yourself. It’ll be the Ava Sackett show.” Tamara kicked the floor so hard, her sneaker left an angry gray scuff mark.
Ava gulped. Had she been that obvious about trying to play better than Tamara? She hadn’t thought Tamara cared.
“Why are we talking about high school?” Ava asked. “That’s years away.”
“Not for me. I’m in eighth grade.” Tamara refused to look at her.
“And you don’t want to play basketball? But you’re so good—”
“You’re not listening!” Tamara cried. “I am playing basketball. Just not at Ashland High. No more Tiger roars for me.”
“Why not?” Ava asked, confused.
“Isn’t it obvious? Haven’t you figured out my family by now? The Kellys and the Bakers are obsessed with sports and winning.” Tamara grimaced.
“Well, yeah, I knew that. That’s why your uncle decided to move PJ to Saint Francis, to help him get into college and the pros and all that.”
“You know about the way it happened?” Tamara turned her gaze to Ava.
Ava nodded slowly. She hadn’t meant to share their secret without talking to Alex again, but she didn’t want to lie to Tamara.
“Uncle Doug thinks he can control the Saint Francis coach, and he thinks that’s better for PJ,” Tamara explained. “Your dad won’t always listen to him, and Uncle Doug hates that. My mom hates that too. And now she’s talking about having me and Andy move to Saint Francis next year.”
Ava wasn’t sure what to say. “Uh . . . the purple shirts are nice.”
Tamara rolled her eyes. “The purple shirts are lame. I don’t want to leave. I want to be an Ashland Tiger. Ever since the first time I held a basketball, I wanted to be an Ashland Tiger.”
“Can you talk to your mom? I’m sure she’d understand, if you just tell her—”
“Seriously? You have no idea. Trust me. There’s nothing I can do once Uncle Doug and my mom put things in motion.”
“That’s the truth.” PJ stepped toward them. He must have come in through the side door. His assistant coach whistle hung around his neck, but he didn’t have on a Tigers jersey. Or a Falcons jersey—he wore a plain olive-green T-shirt.
The emotions she’d been holding in all day swirled together and propelled Ava up and forward. Her eyes flashed darkly at PJ. “You are making a huge mistake, you know. My dad is the best coach you will ever have!”
“Probably,” PJ agreed.
Ava blinked at his calm response, but she kept going. “You lied to him. You lied to everyone. And not only about the dirt biking. I know about the super team and your secret practice.”
“I never wanted to lie to him. You’ve got to believe me, Little Sackett.” PJ leaned against the wall. “The thing’s out of my hands.”
“What’s that mean?” Ava demanded.
“My dad is in charge. He has a plan for my future. He says this move is best for me.” For a long while, PJ stared at the scuff mark from Tamara’s shoe on the floor. “All I want to do is play football. Do you get that? I just want to be out there with the ball. That’s the best feeling.”
Ava nodded. So did Tamara. They both knew that feeling.
“We need to do something,” Tamara said to PJ. “Something major.”
“Beat Saint Francis today,” PJ said.
“What good will that do?” asked Tamara.
“Probably nothing for me. But it will sure feel good, don’t you think?” PJ smirked mischievously. “And if you wipe them off the court, Aunt Carrie may think twice about sending you here, Tam.”
Tamara brightened. Then she regarded Ava warily. “They’re a good team. You in?”
“So in,” Ava said. She turned to PJ. “I’m still mad at you. Nothing will change that.”
“Yeah, I know. Your dad is furious too.” PJ sighed. “It’s a mess.”
“What you did makes me really want to beat Saint Francis,” Ava said.
“Go for it,” PJ encouraged her. “I mean it, Little Sackett. You and Tam can be great together. Forget the other stuff out on the court. Just play your game.”
“Just play your game—that’s another one of Coach’s sayings,” Ava remarked.
PJ nodded. “I know. It’s a good one.”
Alex sat high in the stands, took a gulp of her peach iced tea, and then placed the bottle in the purple plastic cup holder so she could clap for Tamara’s awesome free throw. The middle school basketball game had been extremely close since the start, with only two points dividing the teams in each quarter. She leaned forward to watch Ava catch a pass from Tamara, then send the ball back so Tamara could score again. The Ashland fans cheered when the team finally pulled ahead at the end of the fourth quarter.
“Go, Ashland!” cried Hallie LaVersa, Whitney’s sister. Whitney’s mom joined in, igniting the rest of the fans in a Tigers chant.
“We’re going to win! Why aren’t you cheering?” Alex asked her mom. Mrs. Sackett had been sitting silently next to Alex for the entire game, even though Ava had scored many times.
“I’m trying to stay under the radar.” Mrs. Sackett discreetly eyed the other parents in the stands. There wasn’t a huge crowd, but the ones who’d showed had been loudly whispering nonstop—and they all whispered the same thing. Coach Sackett had driven poor PJ Kelly to leave. He’d been wrong to take away PJ’s captain title. He overreacted to dirt biking. The Tigers were sure to lose in the fall.
“Block them out.” Behind them Mrs. Baker shrilly confirmed the other parents’ worst thoughts about Coach Sackett, and Alex rested her hand on her mom’s arm to keep her from turning. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
“It’s not easy,” Mrs. Sackett confided, tucking her long, wavy hair behind her ears.
Alex wanted to turn and tell Mrs. Baker that PJ was a liar. She was sure Ava was dying to tell her too. A few of her friends had told her that Ava had been looking for her. Alex felt bad about not seeing Ava in school, but she’d hidden in the bathroom and in Ms. Palmer’s room during class changes to avoid Corey in the hallways. And Lindsey and Emily, too. His blow-off had been so mortifying!
“Rush her, Tam! Go strong!” Andy Baker’s raspy yell carried throughout the gym.
Andy sat up near his mother. Greg and Tim Fowler sat with him. Alex tried to ignore them. She watched Tamara fake left and pass the ball to Ava. The Fowler twins were good friends with Corey. Should she say something to them? What?
“You seem a million miles away from this game,” Mrs. Sackett said.
“Just thinking about something. Not Daddy . . . just something else.”
“A boy?” her mom asked.
“How’d you know?” Alex blushed. Her mom seemed to always clue in to what she was thinking.
“I’m familiar with the look.” Mrs. Sackett grinned and perked up. “Is he cute?”
“Very.” Alex hesitated to say more. Then she saw how eager her mom was to listen to something besides the gossiping parents. “It’s Corey O’Sullivan. He asked me to go to the movies.”
Mrs. Sackett raised her eyebrows. “A date? I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“You don’t have to feel anything. It’s not a date. Not now. And anyway, it was a group thing. But now it’s not. At least, I’m not part of it anymore.” She kept her voice low, so the Fowler twins couldn’t hear.
“You’ve lost me,” Mrs. Sackett confessed.
Alex explained the Corey confusion the best she could.
Mrs. Sackett leaned in closer. “Alex, you’ve never been afraid to speak your mind. Don’t change now. You need to stand in front of Corey and ask him why he canceled.”
“Maybe I’ll ask Emily to ask him. Or Ava,” Alex suggested. “That’s easier.”
“I think he owes you an explanation, not your friends,” Mrs. Sackett said. “That’s the only way you’ll understand what happened.”
Alex wasn’t sure she could do it. Standing in front of the boy she liked and demanding to know why he didn’t like her back would be the most humiliating thing ever. And she’d already been humiliated enough for one day.