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enough girls to even get a real scrimmage going,” Ramsey said. “Usually we do a lot of two-on-two exercises, just to get a feel for some of the plays.”
    â€œGreat,” Camille muttered to me under her breath as we fell a couple steps behind Ramsey. “I can just see it now—you and me pitted against Kennedy and Willa.”
    â€œTotally,” I shuddered. “I just hope Ramsey’s got extra shinguards in her bag o’ fun up there.”
    â€œWhat’s that?” Ramsey turned around. “You girls need shin guards?”
    Camille and I started laughing. “Oh no,” I said. “I was just making a joke. It’s not a big deal.”
    â€œBut it is,” Ramsey said, looking serious. “A team like Stuyvesant would take one look at us with this equipment and think we don’t have dedication orpeople at our school who truly care about our sport.” She hung her head as we turned downtown at the East River. Camille and I followed her toward 90th Street and wondered what to say to lighten the mood.
    â€œWe were supposed to get this donation from the Morphew Fund over break,” Ramsey went on. “It was going to cover all the gear and replace our grub uniforms, but at the last minute, the money didn’t come through.” Ramsey sighed and rummaged through the bag. “It looks like we’re stuck with what we have for now, which is one-and-a-half pairs of shin guards. Which one of you wants ’em?”
    Camille and I looked at each other. Was she asking which one of us was the easier target?
    â€œGive them to Flan,” Camille said. “Who am I kidding? I’m more of a ‘Run around the sidelines’ girl myself.”
    By then we’d passed the only field I knew of this far up on the Upper East Side, and Ramsey didn’t show any signs of slowing down. I turned to Camille.
    â€œDo you have any idea where we’re going?”
    Camille shook her head.
    Just then, Ramsey swung a left onto a huge barge, which I quickly realized was covered in Astroturf.
    â€œWhoa,” Camille said. “Does anyone else feel likeRoger Federer playing on top of that helicopter landing pad in Dubai?”
    The “field” jutted out into the East River, and as we walked out to center court, I could see the teeming Triborough Bridge to my left and the giant Coca-Cola sign across the river in Long Island City to my right. New uniforms or not, this was a pretty prime spot to play field hockey.
    And apparently, we weren’t the only ones enjoying the view. No sooner had the three of us tossed our bags down on the sidelines than I noticed a small crowd of familiar faces tossing a Frisbee right behind us.
    â€œOmigod,” Camille gasped. “
What
is Xander doing here? My defense is so not cute.”
    â€œFirst of all,” I told her, “he
already
thinks your defense is cute. Second of all, I don’t know what he’s doing here, but whatever it is,” I said, scanning the sidelines, “he’s doing it with Rob.”
    â€œAnd Danny,” Camille added, giggling when we saw Danny leap dramatically into the air to catch a Frisbee he could have easily caught by just standing there.
    â€œAnd Alex,” I said as we watched him jog over to meet the other guys. “What are they
doing
here?”
    â€œAnd TZ,” a nasty voice said from behind us.Kennedy and her scary sidekick were both in matching Burberry field hockey getups. “And since you asked,” Kennedy continued, “they’re here because TZ is my boyfriend, and he understands how important it is to support my extracurriculars.”
    â€œDoes he also support your extra-bitchy attitude?” Camille asked.
    â€œHa ha,” Kennedy barked, hands on her hips.
    â€œOkay, girls,” Ramsey shouted, clearly oblivious to the drama she was interrupting. “Let’s huddle up and get going.”
    At first, a few of the