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Authors: Melissa J Morgan

“Yes,” Alex said, reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “I just sprained my ankle. It hurts, but it’s okay.”
“What happened?” Bridgette asked.
Alex shifted in her chair. “Well, I was about to score a goal and all of a sudden this girl, Cindy, came up behind me and I guess she didn’t realize I was slowing down to kick, and she accidentally tripped me.”
She heard Bridgette draw her breath in sharply. “Oh, Alex, good thing you’re okay!”
“I know. It wouldn’t be so bad except that at first I was positive Cindy did it on purpose. The other day she made fun of me for wearing my hair in pigtails, and then when I messed up a pass she laughed at me again. So when it happened today . . .”
“I’m sure she didn’t do it on purpose. I mean, I know she’s been not so nice to you, but that would be awful,” Bridgette agreed.
“Yeah, I hope it was just an accident.” Alex sighed. “It’s funny, if that happened last year I wouldn’t even have wondered for a minute if it was on purpose. If I got hurt, and a girl on my team had done it, I would know for sure that she hadn’t done it on purpose. I guess it’s just another thing that stinks about middle school.”
Bridgette was quiet for a moment. “You don’t like middle school?” she asked.
Alex paused before answering.
It’s time for me to be honest with Bridgette
, she decided.
If she’s really my best friend, she’ll understand.
“No!” Alex finally replied, emphatically. “I hate it. I don’t know anybody, there’s way more homework, you have to try out for soccer, people are mean . . .” She stopped.
“But it isn’t only bad, Alex,” Bridgette said gently. “I mean, we have better classes, way more freedom, we can use pens . . .” She and Alex laughed in unison. “And that’s not all,” Bridgette went on. “It’s hard right now because it’s, like, totally different. But it’ll be awesome once we have tons of new friends and stuff.”
Alex bit her lip. “But you’re the one meeting people,” she said, shifting the phone to her other ear. “Not me. I’m just boring.”
Bridgette laughed. “Alex, don’t be ridiculous! You’re my best friend! You’ll meet people with me! I’m not going to go to any parties without you, or anything . . . and I’m not leaving you behind. We’re in this together! Besides, it’s not like you don’t have your own thing going on—what about soccer, after all? I mean, other than Cindy, of course.”
“But I never see you anymore,” Alex said quietly.
“That’s just because I’ve had a lot of homework, and we don’t have classes together, really,” Bridgette reassured her. “Don’t worry. You’ll always be my best friend, Alex.”
Alex sighed with relief. “Well, that makes middle school a bit easier, I guess,” she said. “Hey, maybe I’ll meet people since I’ll be limping around school all week!”
Bridgette laughed. “I’d better go,” she said. “My mom’s calling me for dinner.”
“Okay,” Alex replied. “See you tomorrow.” After they hung up, she couldn’t believe how much better she felt after talking to Bridgette. Having a best friend definitely made most things easier, at least.
Natalie
> THURSDAY
In school on Thursday morning, Natalie couldn’t help but notice that conversations seemed to stop the minute she passed by people in the hall, and that when she walked by, most people’s eyes were following her. After an entire morning of weirdness, she finally leaned over to a classmate, Chloe, and said, “Okay, so, why am I suddenly such a celebrity?”
Chloe laughed. “Are you kidding?” she asked. “It’s you and Kyle. Everyone’s totally obsessed with how you two are a couple.”
Natalie was taken aback. “What?” she asked incredulously. “I’m not Kyle’s girlfriend. We went skating. That’s it.”
Chloe shrugged. “Well, that’s not what he’s telling people,” she said. “I heard that you guys went out yesterday, and now you’re his girlfriend.”
“Well, it’s not true,” Natalie said. She slumped into her chair. “I mean, I like him, but we just went Rollerblading. It’s not like we’re married or anything.”
Hannah walked into the class and sat down far away from Natalie. Nat turned in her chair to look at her friend, but Hannah pointedly avoided Nat’s gaze and opened up her notebook. She began writing in it, and Natalie turned back around.
“What’s up with you and Hannah?” Chloe asked. “Aren’t you guys best friends anymore?”
“I thought we were,” Natalie said. She sighed.
Everything was wrong! Her best friend was not her friend at all, and a boy she’d hung out with, like, once was suddenly her boyfriend. Things were as complicated as ever, and Nat didn’t like it. Not one bit.
After class, Natalie rushed out of the room before anyone could ask her questions about her “date” with Kyle. She headed to the locker bay and was intercepted by Kyle himself.
“Hey, Nat,” he said, walking alongside her to the lockers.
“Hi, Kyle,” Natalie said, embarrassed.
“How’s it going?”
“Good,” Natalie replied, forcing a smile.
“So . . . what are you doing after school?” Kyle asked. They reached Natalie’s locker, and he reached out to take her books as she twirled the combination lock to open her locker.
“It’s okay, I can carry them,” she said. “Um . . . I don’t know what I’m doing. My mom told me to come right home.”
“Oh,” Kyle said, sounding disappointed. “I was thinking we could go to Central Park again.”
“Well, I don’t have my Rollerblades or anything,” Natalie replied. She put her books into her locker and took out the one she needed for her English class second period.
“That’s okay,” Kyle said quickly. “We could just walk around. We could even go to Starbucks.”
“I can’t today,” Natalie said. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh. Okay,” he replied. He was obviously disappointed.
“I’d better get to class,” Natalie said, slamming her locker and rushing off before he could say anything or offer to carry her books for her. As she left, she was aware of him standing there and watching her.
Natalie felt bad. Kyle was really nice—she especially appreciated that he wanted to take her to Starbucks—but she’d finally talked to Simon last night and they’d had a great conversation. No one made her laugh the way Simon did. If Kyle was looking for a girlfriend, well, then she just wasn’t ready.
At lunch, Natalie scanned the cafeteria for Hannah, who was sitting alone at a corner table. She hurried across the room and put her lunch bag down onto Hannah’s table. Hannah looked up at her and began to pick up her things, as if to leave, but Natalie sat down and said, “Hannah, please don’t leave. Please let me talk to you.”
“Don’t you want to sit with your boyfriend?” Hannah asked snidely.
“He’s not my boyfriend, Han,” Natalie said, frustrated. “And even if he were, you’re my best friend, and I want to work this out.”
“That’s not what he said,” Hannah replied. “I heard all about it first period.”
“I know,” Natalie said forcefully. “But it’s not true. I am not his girlfriend, and he is not my boyfriend. Look, this boyfriend stuff is pretty heavy. I really like Kyle, but I can still carry my own books to class, and I can still sit with my best friend at lunch.”
Hannah softened. “Oh,” she said quietly. “I just assumed . . .”
“Well, you assumed wrong,” Natalie cut in. “We just went Rollerblading for, like, an hour. He didn’t even want to get a Frappuccino beforehand! It was fun, but I wished the whole time that I was Rollerblading with you, instead.” She smiled at Hannah. “I really miss you, Han,” she went on softly. She opened her lunch bag and took out her sandwich, slowly unwrapping the plastic.
Hannah sighed. “I miss you too, Nat. I just feel like you’re into things I’m not into right now.”
“Hannah, that’s ridiculous!” Natalie cried, putting down her sandwich.
“No, it’s not,” Hannah said. She sipped her soda. “I don’t like boys, and I don’t care about makeup and stuff. Sushi and shopping, sure. But not boys. Not yet.” Hannah looked down at her open bag of chips. “I just feel like you’re growing up way faster than I am, and I don’t want to be your boring, babyish friend.”
“I’m not growing up faster than you,” Natalie protested. “I happened to meet a couple of boys that I was interested in. It isn’t anything drastic. And besides—I’ve always been into makeup!”
Hannah opened her bag and drew out an apple, which she polished gently on her T-shirt. “It seems like a really big difference.”
“Just because our lives might be a little different right now—it doesn’t change anything,” Natalie said. She thought for a moment. “I mean, our lives have always been different. That’s one of the greatest things about our friendship!”
“I know,” Hannah replied.
“I mean, I’ve been a little self-absorbed,” Natalie admitted.
“And I’ve been a little jealous,” Hannah said quietly. “It is pretty stupid, huh?”
“Absolutely.” Natalie bit into her cheese sandwich and then took a sip of her soda. “But you should know—all of this boy stuff? Just makes me need you as my friend more than ever! Seriously, I’m so confused, and you’re the one who keeps me sane.”
“Barely,” Hannah quipped dryly.
“Fine, point taken,” Nat conceded. “Do you want to go Rollerblading after school?”
“I’d love to go Rollerblading,” Hannah said excitedly.
“On one condition, though,” Natalie said in her best serious voice.
“What?” Hannah said, frowning.
“Frappuccinos first,” Nat said, winking.
To: Alyssa11
From: NatalieNYC
Subject: Hannah, boys . . .
 
hey, alyssa—i just wanted to write and thank you for your advice about hannah. i talked to her today, and we managed to figure things out. i think she was just feeling, like, with all this boy stuff going on, i didn’t need her anymore. but i pointed out that that’s exactly why i need her now, more than ever! i mean, kyle and i hung out one time, and all of a sudden i’m his girlfriend? no way. especially ’cause of how simon and i have been having these great phone conversations and text messages and stuff. i just started getting into boys—i’m not looking for anything serious. so it’s good to have hannah to help me deal.
anyway, just wanted to let you know how much your advice helped. hope everything is okay with you. write soon and let me know what’s up!
luv, nat
chapter
NINE
Alex>
THURSDAY
“Bye, honey,” Alex’s mom said, kissing her on the forehead.
“See you after practice, Mom,” Alex replied. She shifted her backpack onto her back, picked up her crutches, and started slowly hopping toward the entrance to her school building. She was aware of the looks she was getting from everyone as she hobbled in, but none of the looks were mean.
A boy she didn’t recognize held the front door open for her.
“Wow, I heard about what happened, but I didn’t know you’d have to be on crutches!” he said, waiting until Alex had fully made it through the door before following behind her toward the lockers.
“Yeah, it’s just for a couple of weeks, so I don’t strain it,” Alex said. She couldn’t believe the boy—who she thought was probably an eighth-grader—knew who she was.
“Man, I was talking to Cindy this morning. She feels so bad about what happened,” the boy went on. “She was like, ‘Peter, I totally didn’t mean to do it!’ ”
“Well, I would hope she didn’t mean to do it,” Alex said, glad to learn the boy’s name. “Why would anyone do that on purpose?”
Peter shrugged. “Cindy can be a little snotty sometimes, but she’d never hurt someone like that. Do you need help with your backpack or anything?” He stopped with Alex in front of her locker.
Alex smiled. “No, I’m okay,” she said. “Thanks, though!”
“No problem. Maybe I’ll see you at lunch or something. Are you going to the football game on Friday?” Peter asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe!” Alex said. “See you later!”

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