A Good Kind of Trouble by Lisa Moore Ramee

Author:Lisa Moore Ramee [Ramee, Lisa Moore]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

35

Sorry Sleepover

A slow song comes on and I think the long rope of intestines inside me is tying up into one huge knot. I am stuck watching Jace and Isabella like I’m playing freeze tag. I don’t want to watch, but I can’t look away.

Jace looks like he is trying to talk Isabella into dancing, but she shakes her head and then looks around, and even though I’m sure she’s looking for me and Julia, I push my way through the crowd and go over to an empty corner of the gym. I want to be alone. I can’t believe a minute ago I was trying to find Isabella so I could say I’m sorry. I used to think I was super lucky because some people only have one best friend and I had two. But what do I do when my two best friends have both done me dirty?

The bottom row of bleachers is pulled out, and I sit down and stare at the crowd of laughing, dancing people and want to bury my face in my hands.

The slow song ends, and a good fast song starts. Lots of people start singing along to the song and throwing their hands up.

Isabella finds me, and she has Julia with her. Great.

Isabella says, “Come on, let’s dance all together. Just the three of us.”

“Yeah,” Julia says. She holds her hand out to pull me up, but I don’t take it.

“No,” I say. “I don’t want to. You guys go ahead.”

Julia drops her hand, and then she and Isabella stand there for a few seconds. I don’t know what I want them to do, but it isn’t Julia saying to Isabella, “Let’s go.”

Isabella raises her eyebrows at me. “I want to dance some more before it’s over.”

“I’m not the boss of you.” My voice comes out louder than I want.

“Fine, Shay,” Isabella says, and now she sounds annoyed with me, which is all kinds of ironic.

My friends leave me with my salty attitude and join a big group of girls dancing together.

After a while, the lights start flashing, and parents come in to take their kids home. I’m so through with this dance. I stand up and head for the door. Momma is right on time, and I’m glad to see her. That’s because I forgot about my makeup experimentation.

I remember quick when I see how Momma is looking at me.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I look down at my shoes and wish I could disappear.

“I’m sorry,” I finally say.

“Let’s go” is all she says.

Probably because she is mad at me, she doesn’t notice how upset I am. I stay next to her as we walk to the car, neither of us saying anything, while the setter-upper and the boyfriend stealer walk behind us. I’m not sure if the sleepover idea is such a good one anymore.

Climbing into the car, Julia whispers, “Are you in trouble?”

I’m so upset, I can’t say anything.

“I should take you two girls straight home,” Momma says.

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