After talking with Lydia, I felt a little better. She stayed behind to wait for her moms, and I went looking for Coach Kalinowski.
I don't want to be on the team anymore. I don't want to run into Bianca every time I go to practice. I hate those awkward moments where it hurts to see someone, and you have to choose between ignoring them or pretending everything is fine. I don't know which is worse.
Ms. Thompson's cookies were way too sweet, even though Lydia gave me a little pack of orange juice to wash them down. I giggled to myself. My mom would totally turn up her nose at such a "plebeian" combo. I wonder if she'd get along with Lydia's moms? What if I'd first met the kind, sweet Lydia instead of the fame-seeking Ishani? Sometimes you really see someone's true colors, and it would've been clear how mom felt about people like me.
"Ms. Kalinowski, can I talk to you? Ms. Kalinowski!" I called out to my PE teacher.
"Hey, Melanie!" Ms. Kalinowski seemed super busy. She had two balls under one arm and what looked like traditional fishing nets in her other hand. Judging by how tired and sweaty she was, she must have either been training the middle school kids or trying to catch a mermaid who, like Bianca, was probably trying to escape.
"I'm a bit busy right now." She looked so much like a man that I felt uncomfortable under her rough gaze. I wondered if Bianca felt the same way when she ran into her at the club. "Mel, spit it out," she demanded impatiently, her voice rough as if she was trying to mimic a man's mannerisms.
Students were starting to look at us. Just what I needed!
"Uh, no, nothing, sorry," I mumbled. "Just wanted to say hi. Need any help?"
Crap! What was I even saying? In my head, the conversation was perfect and a bit tough, but in reality, I chickened out just like Bianca. If this wasn't the second floor, I would've climbed out the window too!
"Everything's fine! Run along to class... oh wait, they're canceled, aren't they? Don't hang around doing nothing; better head home," she said, turning around like an NPC and heading up to the third floor, probably to the teachers' lounge, though I had no idea why she was lugging all that stuff.
I covered my face with my hand and ran to the exit.
Someone was waiting for me outside. It was her.
"I thought I'd never see you," she said.
"And I was hoping you wouldn't show up," I replied honestly.
Heather looked great, but not as charming as I remembered. She was leaning against her mom's car.
"Did you steal your mom's car? And where's your nun outfit? Aren't you serving time in some Catholic school?"
"You're still as charming as ever, Mel! Still can't let it go and forgive me, huh?"
"Just tell me what you want, and I'll go home. I'm tired."
"Aren't you supposed to be on break? Skipping classes? It was a bit annoying that you set up a meeting like this, but I'll deal with it."
She spoke in that way that used to drive me crazy. Why did I ever find it cute? "This is for you," she said, stepping away from the car and grabbing a gift that had been sitting on the hood the whole time.
"Happy birthday, Mel!"
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