Holiday Spirit by Zoe Evans

Author:Zoe Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight

“Hey, it’s Katie,” said the very un-Dad-like voice on the phone.

“Uh . . . ,” was all I could say. Katie Parker? Calling ME? Insanity.

“I was just was wondering if . . . maybe you’d want to chill for a bit?”

“Uh, with me?” I asked stupidly.

And this, folks, is what happens when I try to talk to popular cheerleaders before I’ve eaten my breakfast. Actually, let’s be honest-this probably would have happened to me even on a full stomach of sustenance. Why, oh why, am I so low IQ sometimes?

“Uh, yes. You,” she said.

I didn’t have any plans for breakfast, so I said yes. (Also, I was a little intrigued . . . Katie Parker wanted to hang out with ME. Weird.) I told Dad I was meeting up with a school friend who happened to be in the hotel, and he was super happy.

“Oh, how nice!” he exclaimed to Beth over the phone (rather loudly). “Maddy has a friend in this very hotel!”

Yeah. That’s code for, “Did you hear that, Beth darling, my daughter actually isn’t a giant loser with no friends like we’d originally thought.” Awesome. Ok, maybe my interpretation of him is a slight exaggeration, but there’s definitely some truth to it.

Anyway, Dad and I decided to meet in an hour or so, so I went downstairs, grabbed a bagel, and met Katie in the hotel library (the only place where there’s some actual privacy in this teensy hotel). When I got there, Katie was sprawled out on a love seat like she owned the place. She was dressed in another dance outfit: This time she had a ripped oversize T-shirt over a tank top, and baggy sweatpants.

“Oh, hey,” she said, barely looking up from the magazine on her lap when I walked in. Like SHE was surprised that I was there, as if I had followed her in there like one of her adoring fans. I wanted to be like, “Um, you were the one who asked to hang with me. Not the other way around.”

But all I said was, “Hey.”

“It is so boring here,” she said, throwing her head back dramatically. “There’s, like, nothing to do.”

I walked over to the bookshelves to see if there was anything interesting to read. Even though I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any books about cheerleading or fashion design .

“Really? I don’t feel like that at all,” I said. “We’ve been doing tons of stuff, but I’m sure we’ve, like, barely scratched the surface of amazing things to do in New York. I can’t imagine being bored here.”

“Oh, like, touristy stuff,” said Katie, all snottily. “I’m so over that. I’ve been here, like, a million times.” She picked up her magazine again.

“Well, I haven’t.” I shrugged. Nice. So Katie basically invited me down here so she could boast about what a real New Yorker she is.

“So, how’d the audition go?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

I could see Katie’s expression change from totally under control to kind of unsteady.

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