said. âI was hoping we could go to Baroneâs tomorrow night.â
âIâm busy tomorrow night, Charlie. â
âI know youâre not.â
âYou just donât get it, do you?â Sammie said, her blue eyes glaring at me. âIt feels really terrible to be second choice. You chose Lauren and those girls over me. And this isnât the first time, either. So fine. Thatâs the way it is. â
âScore a point for Sammie,â Ryan said. âYou got a comeback for that, Charles?â
âNo, she doesnât,â Sammie said. âBecause thereâs really nothing more to say, is there, Charlie? The truth is the truth.â
She was right. The truth was that I had missed my friends; that more than anything, I wanted to be back in their company; that I loved the idea of being a Junior Wave; and I had chosen those things over her.
There was a moment of silence, filled only by the slurping sounds of Ryan getting the last goopy remains of Mint Chip from the bottom of the ice-cream carton.
âIâm going to bed,â Sammie said.
She turned around and marched inside, leaving me standing there alone, with nothing but my decision to keep me company.
Sammie had already left for school by the time I woke up the next morning. Sheâd taped a note for me on the shower door.
âI guess you have to do what you have to do,â it said. âGood luck with that.â
It was a typical Sammie note. She can be really pigheaded about her own ideas. She likes to see things her way. Maybe we all do, I donât know. But as far as Iâm concerned, I wasnât sympathetic. I had apologized for standing her up. I had invited her out to another dinner. I had gone to her stupid Truth Tellers, and tried my best to fit in. But it didnât work out. For the first time in weeks, I woke up in a good mood and was looking forward to going to school. Youâd think she could be happy for me.
Once I got to school, I couldnât keep myself from hanging around outside Principal Pfeifferâs office. I tried not to be obvious about it, pretending I had developed a deep interest in the policies about respecting school property posted on the bulletin board outside his office. Finally, just before the bell rang, Lauren and Lily came bouncing out into the hall.
âWe did it!â Lauren said, linking her arm in mine and guiding me down the hall toward homeroom.
âWhat did he say?â I asked.
âThat he was very familiar with The Waves at Pacific High, and that he thought a Junior Waves at Beachside was a fine idea.â
âAnd guess what, Charlie?â Lily said. âHeâd heard about your win at the Sand and Surf tournament over the weekend and was very impressed. Apparently, he has a little son who is just getting started in tennis and thinks you guys are amazing.â
âYay, me!â I said with a giddy laugh. âSo whenâs he going to let us know?â
âHe said maybe as early as tomorrow,â Lauren answered. âThursday at the latest. And you know what that means?â
I didnât, but I nodded my head anyway.
âThat we could go to the Friday night game as official Junior Waves?â Lily asked.
Lauren didnât answer. She just squealed, and that said it all.
As we walked to homeroom, we talked excitedly about our ideas for T-shirts. Lily didnât think ours should be exactly the same as the ones The Waves wore, because we wanted to have our own look. But we all agreed that they should definitely be the same color, so when we sat together at the game, we could blend in and look like one big group.
I didnât have a chance to talk with Sammie at school in the morning, but I did run into her at the beginning of lunch. She was standing at her locker with Alicia and Sara Berlin, pulling out a beat-up-looking canvas lunch bag that had seen one too many tuna sandwiches.
âHi,â I said,