Basketballs and Mistletoe: All's Fair in Love and Sports Series by Julie L. Spencer

Author:Julie L. Spencer [Spencer, Julie L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Matt

We were paired up with Jayce from the football team and Elizabeth from the girls’ basketball team, and the four of us got together at Shea’s Diner to make a game plan and prepare to contact other schools. Ariane was partnered with Taylor from the baseball team, so she’d ridden home with him and their group.

Shea’s was a favorite hangout for the local teens, and lots of kids made the same choice to come here. The afterschool crowd was probably double what the diner usually had. That gave me an idea.

I left my teammates at our booth and wheeled myself right over to the owner of the diner, Shea Whitmore.

“Hi, Mrs. Whitmore,” I said confidently. “I’m sorry if our service project has overwhelmed your staff this afternoon.” Nearly every booth was full, and the grill behind the counter was sizzling with the best hamburgers in town. My mouth watered in anticipation.

“That’s okay, Matt,” she said, stepping back from one of her waitresses rushing past with a tray of drinks. “It’s good for business. How’s the ankle?”

“Could be better,” I said, glancing down at the cast. “It’s gonna be hard dancing at the holiday ball from a wheelchair.”

I chuckled, and she laughed along. Although the dance seemed far away, the diner already had a few Christmas decorations hung, and I knew the weeks would fly by. I went in for the kill, or the closing as they’d say in sales calls.

“Have you heard about the holiday ball we’re hosting to raise money to send sporting equipment home with our foreign exchange student?” I barely paused to let her consider answering. “Hey, you wouldn’t by any chance be willing to donate some punch and cookies the night of the dance, would you?”

“Sure, I will,” Mrs. Whitmore said in a friendly tone. “You let me know a few days in advance how many tickets you’ve sold, and I’ll do you up nice. Also, have you thought of having a silent auction? I could donate a pie or something.”

“That would be amazing, Mrs. Whitmore,” I said, realizing we hadn’t considered that angle at all. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my kids.” She patted me on the shoulder. “You know Mr. Whitmore and I were never able to have children of our own, so you teenagers fill that void. Your voracious appetites give me a reason to keep on cookin’.” We both laughed.

“You keep cooking. We’ll keep eating,” I said with a smile.

“That’s a deal.” She nodded to the couple coming in the door and grabbed a couple of menus.

I took that as my cue and wheeled myself back toward my table, blurting out the most exciting idea Mrs. Whitmore had given me. “We need to have a silent auction at the dance!”

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