“If You Didn't Have That Midterm ...”
“Into your head, into your mind ... you can't escape.”
âAly & AJ, “Rush”
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izzie walked into the Lit class, last of the day, and sat down heavily.She'd never been so happy to get a Friday over with. To get away from classes and the buzzing about spring break. Conversations flew fast and furious as everyone worked to start and finish an entire discussionbefore the second bell rang.
“What's going on this weekend?”
“Oh my God. The concert last night was sick.”
“We're staying at the Xavier down in O.C.”
“Dude, that's like a million miles from where everyone else is staying.”
The conversations went on like that, weekend plans, spring break plans, weekend, spring break, weekend, spring break.
Lizzie swam silently in the middle of it.
Mina dashed in and immediately joined one of the discussions in progress, no doubt one about the Extreme. Everyone was talking about it. For Lizzie, it was a constant reminder that next week's spring break would be a boring and lonely one.
She slumped in her seat and pulled her Lit notebook from her tote bag. “You too, huh?” she muttered to her bag as, freed of the huge five-subject tablet, it slouched resignedly against her chair.
Empty.
That's exactly how I feel,
she thought.
She wasn't upset about missing the actual competition. Those she could take or leave. But Mina would be gone, their first spring break apart. Because they both stayed ultra busy, holiday breaks had always been their time, sometimes the only time they could hang out withouta theater rehearsal or cheer practice interrupting.
Her head bobbed as she heard the name “Todd.” She swiveled to see who had said it, but the chatter had already moved on.
It was then that Lizzie faced a truthâshe could maybe, possibly have gone this one spring break without her BFF if Todd weren't also heading down to O.C. with JZ, Michael and Brian.
She wasn't sure how it happened, but she'd become one of “those” girls. Somewhere between Mina playing Cupid and Todd getting on one knee, asking her out in only the way Todd couldâ“Lizzie, would you come with me to the casbah,”âas Rio's Ria crawled with people.Horribly embarrassed by being put on the spot so publicly, but also tickled pink, Lizzie had said yes.
They still joked about the whole “casbah” thing. Todd even set “Rock the Casbah” by The Clash as his ring tone for Lizzie's calls. It was their inside joke.
It felt weird, having an inside joke with a guy who wasn't JZ or Michael.
Wait ... take it back a step ... it felt weird having a crush.
Check that, it was a weird crush anyway.
She and Todd's friendship was two parts sillyâLizzie never laughed so much in her life like she did when she was around himâand one part genuine affection. They shared the kind of fragile ease you feel around a person you know well, but are learning to see in a new light.
Some days, he was just the same old crazy Todd she'd known since sixth grade, joking if his mouth was moving, and obsessed with basketball. He had a total dude-crush on JZ, or at least JZ's skill on the hardwood. But other days, Todd was like a stranger. Lizzie hadn't known until recently that he was a complete computer geek. If basketball didn't work out, Todd could seriously do a Bill Gates and start his own tech company. He secretly ran a website called The Joke's on You. The Photoshopped pics of DRB teens mixed in with hot stars looked so real, the site could have been done by a professional.
The site was wildly popular. But no one suspected Todd was the one who had them rolling in celeb circles. He'd revealed his secret to Lizzie two months into their new friendship.
Of course, she'd told Mina one night and swore Mina to secrecy. By week's end the rest of the clique knew. Lizzie spent an entire day in fear that Todd would be mad that she'd told. But he hadn't been. He'd simply sworn them all to secrecy, explaining that anon websites were always way more mysterious and interesting. He liked his anonymous fame. And Lizzie liked that he was a closet techie. It was Todd's geeky side that sealed the crush for her.
“You're more excited that he can code than dunk?” Mina had asked, incredulous.
But Lizzie couldn't help it. That was hot to her. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a spontaneous giggle, then head-checkedto see if anyone noticed.
Of course, no one had. People took their time wrapping up their conversations, moving no faster when the bell finally toned the start of class.
Mina took her seat in front of Lizzie and started to say something,when Ms. Qualls launched immediately into an in-depth discussionof
The Grapes of Wrath
. Lizzie scribbled notes furiously. She looked up in time to see a fly buzz through an open window and go straight for the teacher. Ms. Qualls' voice never changed its frantic instructive pitch as she swatted at the curious fly, which insisted on landing on her
Grapes of Wrath
copy.
It occurred to Lizzie that she and the fly were about the only ones paying any attention.
Right as Ms. Qualls attempted to jump-start a discussion on the symbolism of Ma Joad's strength, Lizzie felt Mina's hand tap her calf.
She glanced down, thinking Mina was going to pass her a note, and followed the direction of Mina's jabbing thumb. She frowned down at the ground, wondering what she was looking for, before realizingMina was pointing toward the door.
Lizzie's breath caught. Todd stood in the hallway grinning, wavingand ducking so his body was in the perfect blind spot between Ms. Qualls' classroom entrance and the classroom across from it.
He pulled out his cell phone, typed in something, then nodded to affirm he'd just sent her a message.
Lizzie silently sent praise that her phone was on silent.
She glanced around the comatose classroom, as the teacher droned on.
“What do you think Steinbeck's portrayal of Rose of Sharon is meant to convey?” Ms. Qualls asked.
There was stirring among the students as they shifted, some tryingto look more alert. No one volunteered to answer.
Lizzie casually plucked her tote from the floor and flipped her phone open. Her green eyes brightened at the message:
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Lizzie coughed to cover up flipping the phone shut, then dropped her bag back on the floor. As Ms. Qualls gave the class a lackluster lecture about lack of participation, Lizzie gazed slyly over at the hallway, where Todd stood, his arms in a “what's up?” gesture. Studentsnearest the door openly watched him now, Ms. Qualls' lecture unheard. There was a ripple of head turns as people checked to see who Todd was talking to.
Lizzie nodded slightly and beamed when Todd grinned, gave the thumbs up and disappeared down the hall just as Ms. Qualls glanced to see what had captured the class's attention.
A sliver of thrill tickled Lizzie's neck. Todd had come close to getting caught all for her. He could have sent her the message from the library where he had Independent Study. Instead, he'd risked ... well, at worst, Todd would have gotten a reprimand from Ms. Qualls who was no stranger to braying at students to get back to class. Still, Lizzie's heart leapt at the sweet gesture.
Her gaze wandered to the hall, hoping for another fleeting glimpse of Todd, but it was empty. Lizzie sighed contentedly and grinned when Mina turned her head long enough to give her a “way to go” wink. She doodled Todd's name in the margins of her notes, joining her fellow classmates in mind-wandering until the bell signaled dismissal.
Now she'd have some
Grapes of Wrath
catching up to do over the break.
Not like she had any other plans, she thought, sulking.
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Later that night she walked into the kitchen, stationing herself on a stool across from her mom, who was busy taking a tuna casserole out of the oven. Lizzie sighed, then scowled. She waited a few seconds then sighed louder and scowled harder.
Finally, her mom placed the pan down, slipped off oven mitts and folded her arms. “May I help you?” An ironic smile graced her lips, as if she knew what to expect.
The two of them had played out this scene no less than a dozen times over the last two months. Lizzie played her part accordingly.
“I'm going to be soooo bored over break.” She slumped dramatically.Elbows splayed on the countertop, she rested her head on her hand, making sure to keep her eyes on her mom. Before her mom could intone her next line,
Am I crazy? Or would you not be a reluctant tag-along to one of Mina's overnight competitions,
Lizzie rushed ahead. “I know that I've always said the cheer squad gets on my nerves. But that's never stopped me from having Mina's back before.”
Lizzie's mom went back to dinner prep. She talked over her shoulder.“Elizabeth, we've gone over this.” Plates clattered as she gingerly plucked them from a cabinet. She expertly laid down the plates then moved on to forks. “It's bad enough we have to chauffeur you around for acting classes, auditions and rehearsals. Now you want us to tote you to Mina's stuff too? Not this time, honey,” she said, not unkindly, scowling down at the forks in her hand. Lost in thought, she turned them over as if she didn't recognize them, before dumping them in the dishwasher and grabbing several new forks.
Lizzie watched the preparations dispassionately. Normally, she would help out. But she wanted to make sure her mom knew how frustrated she was. She withheld her assistance and waited on the final boom ...
“If you didn't have that midterm, you could go,” her mom said on cue.
End scene, Lizzie thought bitterly.
The conversation was as good as over, now. The fact was, she had an Algebra II exam on the day Mina and her parents were leaving for O.C. And despite Lizzie and Mina's groveling to convince Lizzie's parents to drive her down that Friday, the O'Reillys weren't interestedin being in O.C., which would be crawling with fanatic cheer fans and a huge chunk of the Del Rio Bay teen population, thanks to the Extreme falling during spring break.
Marybeth O'Reilly took inventory of the table. With a satisfied cluck, she turned her full attention back to Lizzie. “Me and Dad will plan something with you, if you want.” She wriggled her eyebrows, ignoring Lizzie's groan. “We can still be fun.”
Lizzie's attempt at a smile, more grimace than grin, fell short.
She pushed herself upright. “That's okay. I have studying to do over break.”
“Um-hmm,” her mom answered absently. “Go tell Dad dinner's ready.”
“I'm not hungry,” Lizzie said before skulking off.
Upper A-Go-Go
“Here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.”
âOK Go, “Here It Goes Again”
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huge blue duffel bag sat on Mina's bed, its mouth gaping hungrily,waiting for her to throw more clothes into it. Mina obliged, buzzing about her closet, pulling out every competition necessityâher cheer uni, several pairs of cheer shorts and more spirit tees than she even knew she ownedâthrowing them toward the bed, mostly missing the bag. Music blared, filling her room, yet the thumping bass was low enough to keep her parents at bay. Her hair, bone straight, hung slightly past her chin, framing her brown-sugar face, and tickled her cheeks as it swung in time to the beat. By the end of the week, her reddish-brown hair would be springy with spiral curls, perfect for pulling into a cute pony for the cheer competition.
Her entire body tingled. It was like the day before Christmas or the night before your birthday, when you know something big is about to happen and all you can think is
Hurry up, tomorrow. Hurry up!
She'd felt like this ever since being called up to Select Varsity, the new squad Coach Embry had put together in late December.
Mina had already been flying high after her Junior Varsity team placed third at Counties. It was the first time the high school's squad had done that well in three years. Then Varsity had placed fourth. Coach Em immediately came up with the brainchild of creating a competition-only squad of the best members from both squads. Coach Embry's call, the day after Christmas, letting her know she was on the A squad, was Mina's best gift.
Cheerleading had consumed her every thought since.
It apparently never occurred to Coach Em that choosing five out of the eighteen girls from JV would cause hard feelings. Hard feelingsnothingâstraight up hatred. Kelis, the JV co-captain, for example.
She hadn't made Select and it took the silent, simmering competitionthat had brewed between her and Mina since their days as recreation cheerleaders to new heights.
Sure, Kelis had given Mina a tight, phony hug in the hall the first time they'd seen each other after the winter break. “Congrats. Hold it down for the fresh fish, girl,” she'd said. But after that, their JV practices had been nothing but a string of arguments as they battled over everything from calling cheers at the basketball games to who would lead stretches at practiceâthings that they'd already battled over during football season.
It had erupted in a final, teary locker-room scene over, of all things, ribbons.
As captain, Mina felt obligated to give each girl an end-of-the-yearspecial gift. The weekend before their last basketball game, she spent an entire day decorating ribbons with each girl's name and graduation year on them. She'd placed each ribbon in its own little box. They were cute, if she could say so herself, and she couldn't wait to hand them out. But somehow, between grabbing her books, the boxes and Brian's basketball hoodie, which he let her wear excepton game nights, she'd grabbed only seventeen boxes. And guess whose box was left behind?
Kelis had confronted her angrily and next thing Mina knew the squad surrounded them, instantly separating into the Kelis camp and the Mina campâthe same two camps which had formed months earlier when Kelis had kissed Mina's boyfriend Craig, causing an ugly breakup. But the girls had managed to move past it, Mina for the sake of team unity, Kelis because she never felt truly bad about it in the first place.
It had taken Coach Em walking into the locker room with the box, dropped off by Mina's mom, to cool things off. The circle had quickly dissolved and after that game, the two had barely spoken more than an occasional hey.
Since then, some of the JV girls had threatened not to try out come springâKelis among them. But Mina figured, for the girls who really loved cheering (and Kelis was definitely in that mix), being left out would only light the fire and make them work harder to make Select next yearâespecially if the new squad managed to pull off a win at Nationals.
A win!
It seemed almost impossible. They'd be competing with high schools from all over the East Coastâhot squads from Virginia, New Hampshire and as far west as Ohioâwho had been going to the Extremefor years. This was DRB High's first year at the Extreme in five years.
We can't win,
Mina thought, even as she daydreamed about doing just that. It would be so hot to win. Nothing gained respect at DRB High like being a part of a winning team. Nothing.
Even as she tried pushing away thoughts of a win at Nationals, she was already thinking about how the Grand Champion jackets that the top team took home would hug her. She wouldn't care if the jacket was made of wool, she'd be sporting it every day into the heat of summer.
She laughed out loud at her own schizzy ways. “I know, I'm tripping,ain't I Chris?” she asked, before blowing a kiss to a huge glossy poster of Chris Brown smiling down at her from the one and only wall her mother allowed her to plaster with posters and miscellaneouscheer memorabilia.
The creamy yellow of the wall was neatly, but totally covered with magazine clippings of the Pretty Ricky/Ne-Yo variety and randomphotos of her and the clique. She honed in on one in particular.
In it Mina was book-ended by Sara and Kim, who stood in a James Bond poseâfingers steepled mocking a gun, mugging for the camera. The original plan was that she'd hit the Bond pose too, but Brian, who took the picture, made her laugh and instead the camera caught her neck-rolling, fussing good naturedly at him.
That picture was proof she'd made it.
The crowded bistro tables of the café loomed large in the background,just in case anyone questioned where it had been taken.
A National win would be sweet. But as far as Mina was concerned,she'd already taken home the sweetest titleânewest memberof the Upper clique.
She was in with the senior cheerleaders and no matter how shallowit was, it felt good. It felt even better because she'd earned her invite to the café by putting in work on the cheer floor. No crazy hazing from some Upper or buying somebody a Sidekick for the privilege of sitting in the café, for her.
And the icing on the cake would be three days of bonding at the Extreme with Kim and the other girls on the squad.
If it weren't for her aching arms and legs from two consecutive months of daily two-hour practices (including Saturday), she would swear she was dreaming. She would swear that there was no way that just three months ago, her only hope was to not screw anything up as JV captain before she could make a good impression on the varsitygirlsâespecially Kim.
Now, she spent two hours a day grinding out the routine that Coach Embry hoped would bring Del Rio Bay High their first NationalChampionship, and grumbling side-by-side with the others that Coach Em was totally trying to kill them. Suicide cycles, three straight tumbling passes until your entire body felt limp, for every single imperfect run-through. Coach Em's not-so-subtle way of displayingdispleasure.
Mina winced and unconsciously massaged her wrists. She'd lost count of how many suicides they'd done today. She stopped countingat lucky number seven.
Without warning, she abruptly stopped mid-groove, tucked her hair behind an ear and cocked her head toward her desk. A tiny strain of horns played beneath the thumping of the hip-hop coming from her speakers. Mina rushed to the desk. Sitting cross-legged in a swivel chair, she settled in at her computer for a chat, grinning at the waiting message from Lizzie.
Liz-e-O: wad up girlie?
BubbliMi: nuttin ... packin
Liz-e-O: 4 the Extreme?! It's friggin' like 6 dys awy
BubbliMi: whas ur point? LOL
Liz-e-O: ignore me I'm jus hatin' life since i can't go
Mina's head bobbed in sympathetic understanding. Lizzie had been in a slight funk about missing the Extreme, which tickled Mina since Lizzie's distaste for cheer competitions was legendary. She knew the real reason Lizzie was bummed was tall, had six-pack abs and a moppish head of unruly blonde hair.
Having a similar affliction herself, Mina didn't blame Lizzie for crushing so hard.
Plus, Todd was super cool. Silly almost to the point of being goofy, but in a hot geeky sort of way that made him perfect for the studious, focused Lizzie. They were the classic opposites that attracted,straight out of a
Seventeen
mag quiz.
Mina knew it was killing Lizzie to miss out. If it were her, she'd be climbing the walls right about now, too. She reassured Lizzie, but couldn't help teasing too.
BubbliMi: a www, I'll keep my eye on Todd 4 u
Liz-e-O: What? That's not why I'm mad. I want 2 hang out w/u
during spr brk
BubbliMi: w/e Liz. It's ok tht u wanna be w/ur BF
Liz-e-O: so not my bf ... we're jus friends ... like good friends
BubbliMi: like friends that kissed, right? ;-)
Mina giggled madly, huddling near her screen waiting to pounce. She imagined Lizzie's face glowing rosy with embarrassment. Lizzie didn't deny the kiss. Instead she came back with a very weak ...
Liz-e-O: w/e
BubbliMi: OMG Liz, it's ok that u'd rather spend SBk w/him than home w/the rents
Liz-e-O: yeah. It's not just Todd tho. wht am I s'posed 2 do all spring brk w/everybody gone?!
BubbliMi: Cinny and Kelly aren't going
Liz-e-O: true. Still ... u'll b gone, Mike, JZ
BubbliMi: Todd
Liz-e-O: Grr! Change the channel, please. Seriously, I think me, Cinny & Kelly will be the only three people under the age of 21 left in the DRB next wkend
BubbliMi: I keep telling u 2 ask ur mom if she'll let u ride down w/da guys
Liz-e-O: and I keep telling u ur crazy!! U know they'll say no. God Mi, they barely let me ride w/Brian that night he took us to the mall. A 2 hour road trip?! Fuhgedabowid
BubblMi: LOL I know that's right. Well ... u, cin and kel get 2 gether and do a girls wkend.
Liz-e-O: not as much fun w/o u
Mina's grin went ear to ear. A pang of best friend love made her heart do a quick step and for a second she felt guilty for looking forward to chilling with the cheer squad. Swiveling in the desk chair, she joked it off.
BubbliMi: so true
Liz-e-O: conceited much?! LOL
BubbliMi: well I know its not da same ... but at least we're all maxing 2gether sunday.
Liz-e-O: yeah. Thas kewl
BubbliMi: I tell u what, climb in my bag and I'll sneak u down 2 da Xtreme
Liz-e-O: the bad part is, I totally could fit in ur duffel!
Mina's shoulders shook as she howled. She stood up, pushing the chair away with a nudge of her butt.
BubbliMi: c u girl. Gotta finish packing
Liz-e-O: ok l8r