Sabotage Season (13 page)

Read Sabotage Season Online

Authors: Alex Morgan

That night I told Kara about what had happened.

“I mean, I like him, but I need to stay focused on soccer right now,” I said.

“Or are you just using that as an excuse?” Kara asked.

I thought about that. I definitely was kind of afraid of going out on an actual date, and the soccer excuse certainly was convenient.

“Maybe,” I said, and sighed. “I guess it doesn't matter now. He'll probably never ask me out again.”

“If he really likes you, he will,” Kara said.

“Thanks.”

Then I got a message on the screen that Jessi was trying to connect with me.

“Hey, that's Jessi. Mind if I get it?” I asked.

“All right,” Kara said, but her voice was flat. “See you tomorrow.”

“It's just that—” I wanted to explain to Kara about the fight, and how I needed to make things right with Jessi, but she logged off before I could finish.

Jessi's face appeared on the screen next.

“Are you still mad at me?” I blurted out.

“Well, kind of,” she admitted. “Listen, I didn't mean to storm off like that. It's just . . . I'm frustrated. We need to do something. We can't just sit around and let Mirabelle get to us.”

“We should just ignore it,” I said.

“And wait till she does something worse?” Jessi asked. “No way.”

I sighed. “Jessi, I don't want to fight, okay? I just don't agree with you.”

“I don't want to fight either,” Jessi replied. “Just promise me something. I have an idea. I'll tell everybody at lunch. Just promise me you'll listen, okay?”

I didn't want to fight with Jessi anymore. “Okay. I'll listen.”

“You're gonna love this. Just wait,” Jessi said, her brown eyes gleaming. “Bye!”

The screen went dark. Once again it seemed Jessi was getting to be just as dramatic as Frida! But I had to
admit, I was curious to know what she had in mind.

The next day Jessi asked me, Emma, Zoe, and Frida to meet outside in the library courtyard for lunch.

“So here's the plan,” she announced once we all got there. “I spent some time scrolling through the Panthers' group profile page online, and they're always complaining about how their coach is a sunscreen freak.”

“Well, sunscreen is very important,” Emma said.

“That's beside the point,” Jessi said quickly. “So the Panthers have a ten o'clock practice on Sunday. If we get to their field early, we can add this to their sunscreen bottles.”

She held up a small bottle. I leaned close to read the label.

“Blue food coloring?” I asked.

“Perfectly safe and harmless, but it will get our point across,” Jessi said. “They use spray sunscreen, so they won't see the blue until it's on their skin. Then they'll be Kicks blue. It'll be classic.”

Zoe looked horrified. “But that's terrible! And won't we get in big trouble?”

“How?” Jessi asked. “They won't be able to prove it's us, just like we can't prove that they sabotaged our banner.”

“I don't know,” Zoe said nervously. “I just got the sling off. I don't want to do anything risky.”

“I'll do it!” Frida said eagerly. “But how will we get there?”

“I've already got it worked out,” Jessi informed us. “The Panthers field is next to Pinewood Park, which has this
really cool outdoor training course. I told my mom that we wanted to do the course Sunday morning to get ready for our game, and she already said she'd take us.”

I shook my head. “No way, Jessi. I've listened long enough. This plan is insane.”

“It is not,” Jessi protested. “The Panthers' pranks are getting bigger and bigger. What if their next prank makes us lose a game?”

Then we might not get into the play-offs,
I admitted to myself. Jessi definitely had me intrigued.

“So this way we send a message,” Jessi said. “A message that they can't mess around with us anymore. It's for our own protection.”

“A message doesn't sound so drastic,” Emma said timidly.

“It's a great idea!” Frida agreed. “If we don't do something now, who knows what will happen?”

My friends were starting to make sense. Or maybe I was just afraid of what the Panthers might do next. We had been playing so well, and I didn't want to lose just because of some stupid stunts the Panthers were playing. I looked at my friends.

“So you all agree with Jessi?” I asked.

“Definitely!” Frida said, and Emma nodded. Zoe looked at me.

“I guess, if you do, Devin,” she said hesitantly.

I took a deep breath. “The blue stuff washes off, right?”

Jessi nodded. “Easily.”

“Then maybe it's not a bad idea,” I said. “We should tell
Grace, though. After all, she's co-captain and this involves the whole team.”

“No!” Jessi hissed. “I mean, we need to keep this small. And that way, if something goes wrong, the rest of the team is cleared.”

“What do you mean, ‘if something goes wrong'?” Zoe asked nervously.

“Nothing will go wrong,” Jessi said quickly. “But you have to be prepared for anything. So are you with me?”

“Yes!” Frida and Emma cheered.

Zoe nodded. “I guess. As long as you're sure we won't get caught.”

“We won't,” Jessi said firmly.

I didn't answer right away. Jessi had a good point about not telling Grace. A million things could go wrong if the whole team got involved. But if we kept it simple . . .

“I'm in,” I said finally, and Jessi let out a whoop.

“Let's get ready for some revenge!”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Good morning, Devin!” Mrs. Dukes said cheerfully as I climbed into Jessi's minivan Sunday morning. Zoe and Frida sat in the very back while I took the seat next to Emma. Jessi turned around from the front passenger seat to grin at me.

“I have to say, I'm impressed with you girls and your dedication,” Mrs. Dukes said. “A training course in the morning, and a game this afternoon!”

Zoe made a little grimace, and I felt the same way. We weren't exactly being truthful about why we wanted to go to Pinewood Park, and I felt guilty about that.

Luckily, Mrs. Dukes kept right on talking, saving us from having to answer.

“You all have motivated me to get back into my fitness routine,” she said. “While you girls are doing the training course, I'll be walking. I've got my iPod all ready to go, thanks to Jessi.”

Jessi smiled. “I've got some surprises for you on there, Mom.”

“Uh-oh,” Mrs. Dukes groaned, while the rest of us laughed.

She pulled up to the park, which was pretty empty, since it was only eight thirty on a Sunday morning, even though it was another beautiful, sunny day.

We all piled out of the van, and Mrs. Dukes, wearing a turquoise-and-black tracksuit, started doing some stretches.

“Will an hour be enough time to do the course?” Mrs. Dukes asked as she did a leg lunge.

Jessi nodded. “That should be plenty of time, Mom. Thanks!”

Pinewood Park was very pretty, I thought as I looked around. And pretty fancy, too, but I had kind of expected that since it was so close to Pinewood, the private middle school that Mirabelle now went to. We had parked in the lot closest to the children's playground, and in the distance I could see tennis courts and a field with a picnic area. Everything was superclean and nicely landscaped, with green trees and shrubbery everywhere you looked.

Where we stood, the walking path went to the right or the left. The stops for the fitness trail were placed around the walking path.

Jessi nudged me and whispered into my ear, “We need to go to the left. That's the quickest way to the Panthers' field.”

Mrs. Dukes stopped stretching and popped an earbud into her ear.

“I'm off!” she said happily. “We'll meet back here in an hour, then.”

She started walking on the path to the right, and we stopped at the first stop on the fitness trail on the left. It was a bar to do pull-ups on. I hated doing pull-ups, but I reached up and pulled myself up. Emma, Jessi, and Frida did the same, until Mrs. Dukes was out of sight.

Zoe shook her head. “I don't think pull-ups are a good idea for my wrist just yet. But I've got some bad news. The doctor wants me to wait one more week before playing again.”

I felt bad for the team, but I felt worse for Zoe. I knew I'd be going crazy if I couldn't play for three weeks.

“That's okay,” I said. “I'm just glad you're getting better.”

Jessi dropped down from the pull-up bar and looked around.

“Come on. Let's go,” she said.

We followed behind her, and Zoe kept looking around.

“You're sure nobody's going to catch us, right?” she asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Jessi replied. “Well, mostly sure.”

Zoe turned pale, and I definitely sympathized. I felt the butterflies begin a jamboree in my own stomach, especially when the path curved and I could see the Panthers' field. It had been the scene of our biggest defeat and our greatest win this season. And now it would be the place
where we finally got even for all the mean tricks Mirabelle and the Panthers had been playing on us!

Since Pinewood was an exclusive, expensive school, the grounds and buildings were really impressive. The gym and locker rooms were housed in their own shiny new building, flanking the field. We left the walking path and crossed over until we were behind the gym. A couple of cars sat in the parking lot. Since the Panthers didn't have practice until ten a.m., none of the players were here yet. At least we hoped.

“The coach might be inside,” Jessi whispered as we all crouched in some bushes, watching the building. “But that's a good thing. It will mean the door will be open.”

“Wait.” I put out a hand to stop Jessi as she started to leave our hiding place in the bushes. “If the Panthers aren't here yet, the sunscreen won't be here either.”

Jessi smiled. “Yes, it will. I checked the Panthers' online profile again, and the coach posted a whole flyer about it. She stores it in the locker room so there are no excuses, and if players don't use, it, they can't play. She's, like, a serious sunscreen freak.

“If we get caught inside the locker room,” Jessi continued, “we'll just say we were looking for the bathroom. Okay?”

Zoe's eyes got really wide and the color left her face. “Ugh. I think I'm going to be sick.”

“We'll be fine, Zoe. Don't worry!” Emma said, patting Zoe's shoulder.

Frida grinned at Jessi. “I think this is totally fun!” she said, and Jessi grinned back.

Zoe and I exchanged glances. I guess we were the only nervous ones in the group. I gulped.

“Remember ‘Kentville Can't Kick' and ‘Loser,' ” Jessi reminded me, trying to rile me up for revenge.

Mirabelle's laughing, gloating face popped into my mind, to be quickly replaced by her turned Smurf blue. She totally had it coming! Jessi's tactic had worked.

“Let's do this!” I said.

“The girls' locker room is this way.” Jessi pointed to a side door with
GIRLS
written on the front. We walked over to it, and Jessi pulled on the handle. The door swung open.

“We're in,” Jessi whispered with a smile.

We crept into the hall and turned left. When we heard music playing, we stopped in our tracks. A light was on, coming from the office directly in front of the girls' locker room.

“The coach!” Zoe whispered loudly, her eyes wide with fear.

Jessi put a finger to her lips and crept closer to the door. She peered inside quickly before lowering her head and coming back to us.

“The coach is in there. She's got the radio on,” Jessi said. “But luckily the door is shut. The top part is glass, but the bottom is solid. If we crawl past the door, she won't see us.”

Jessi dropped to her knees and started to shuffle forward. Frida and Emma quickly followed her. I looked at
Zoe, and I knew we were both feeling the same. What if the coach looked out the window? Or opened the door? We'd be toast!

Jessi, Frida, and Emma were past the door already. I had to decide. Turn back, or join my teammates.

Jessi turned and frantically waved for me and Zoe to follow. Emma started to giggle nervously and had to put her hand over her mouth.

“I'm doing it,” I whispered to Zoe, and then I crawled forward, practically closing my eyes the whole time. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure the Panthers' coach could hear it.

I finally reached the locker room door, and I could hear Zoe behind me. Jessi popped up and opened the door to the locker room. We all quickly scrambled inside.

“I feel like a burglar,” I said, flattening myself against the wall. It was a total relief to be out of that hallway, though.

“Phase one, successful,” Frida said, and I guessed she was pretending to be some kind of secret agent.

Other books

Ever After Drake by Keary Taylor
Vanquish by Pam Godwin
Castle Of Bone by Farmer, Penelope
Dormia by Jake Halpern
Role of a Lifetime by Denise McCray
Soapstone Signs by Jeff Pinkney
The Lost Estate by Henri Alain-Fournier