My Life as the Ugly Stepsister (16 page)

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “This will take a while,” he said. “I’ll have to stand here for about ten minutes hitting on you to do it.”

I laughed, not minding the contact or the dig at our friends. MC looked embarrassed and Dave and Colin backed away.

“Not funny, Dude,” Colin said.

“Am I interrupting something?” a deep voice asked from behind me.

Jonathan sprang away from me.

Ben backed toward the house.

I turned. “Hi, Dad.”

Dad didn’t respond. “It’s about time you girls went in for dinner, isn’t it.”

It was not a question.

MC, Madison, and I all dashed for the house.

“Wow,” MC said under her breath, “you have the worst luck ever.”

Dad didn’t say anything to me, and I hoped he wouldn’t bring up what he’d seen. After all, there were five other people out there. It wasn’t like we were alone. He’d never buy that we were just making fun of my friends.

One problem was solved. No way were MC and Madison going to give me grief after the way they’d acted. They started teasing and I struck right back.

I had a strong suspicion that they had as much trouble getting Colin and Dave out of their heads as I did Jonathan.

“So,” MC said after finishing off the pizza. “You take Colin and I’ll take Dave.”

Madison pretended to think a moment. “Okay.”

“You realize they may be sitting next door making other plans.”

“Huh?” MC said.

I rolled my eyes. “What if they have the same conversation and Dave picks Madison and Colin picks you?”

MC shrugged. “We’re mostly kidding. Do you even know if they have girlfriends?”

“No. I mean, I don’t have a clue.”

“Call Jonathan’s cell,” Madison urged. “And ask.”

“No way,” I said. “Besides, I don’t have his number.”

“What?” MC’s mouth hung open.

“You’re kidding,” Madison said. “How could you not have his number?”

They were right. I should have his number. “I guess because we saw each other every night, I didn’t need it.”

MC and Madison shared a look.

“Get it,” MC said. “As soon as possible.”

Now that I didn’t get to see him much, the idea of texting him sounded good. Not as great as spending all night hanging out, but good.

“I was sleeping at his house,” I snapped loudly when they did that look again.

They didn’t appear convinced. My dad chose that moment to come out of his office. He glanced at me and just shook his head. I was just digging myself in deeper.

When he went upstairs, Madison whispered, “You are like this close to getting homeschooled.”

I told them about the chastity belts.

They thought it was hilarious. I didn’t. I was starting to think I should buddy up to a locksmith. Or maybe a juvenile delinquent. That guy, Jeff, in Madison’s Spanish class was kicked out of public school after he stole the principal’s car.

“Do you have to know how to pick a lock to steal a car?” I asked.

“Not if you bash in the window,” MC answered.

Darn. I didn’t really want Jeff messing around down there anyway. I wondered where the lock was on those things. At the waist, or lower? I shuddered. Ick.

Chapter Twelve

No cute boy will ever really like you. I mean me. Right? And if they do, it so won’t last.

—Ally’s Brutal Teen Truths

My friends left before noon, and I picked up my book, glad for some quiet time. Around two, Caroline stormed the house with Haley and Barb.

“Hey, Ally,” Caroline said as she dashed by my room. “Come hang with us.”

The thing was that I really didn’t want to. “Sure,” I called, “Just a sec.” I had to go hang out, at least for a while. Just like she had to pretend she wanted me there.

What I really wanted to do was sneak over to Jonathan’s house and ask him to run away with me to Tahiti or something. Barring that, I would have loved to just chill and read my book for a while.

Listening to Haley talk about how great she thought she was—so not on my list.

At least Barb had tagged along. With a sigh, I put down my book and went into Caroline’s room.

Caroline greeted me with a warm smile. I actually felt like she wanted me there.

“Oh, good,” Barb said, “Come sit by me.”

I went over and claimed a piece of the bed next to Barb.

“Haley is having a crisis,” Barb informed me.

“Oh, sorry,” I said. Sorry for myself. Why did I come in here?

“She may have been dumped,” Caroline said.

“Caroline!” Haley scolded.

“We aren’t sure yet,” Barb said.

An hour full of drama queen antics and pouting later, we all decided that she had not, in fact, been dumped.

“Good,” Haley said. “Because I’m going to dump his sorry ass tomorrow.”

“You just said you’re in love with him,” Barb reminded her.

Haley tossed her hair. “He’s history.”

I wasted an hour of my life for this? “I’ve got to go check on the dogs,” I said. “I’ll be back.”

Caroline nodded. Haley ignored me, and Barb narrowed her eyes. I felt bad for abandoning Barb, but Haley was her friend.

There was no reason for me to suffer.

On Monday at practice, I started our scrimmage at center fullback. Things were going pretty well. It helped that I had solid defenders on either side of me.

Then it happened. I was right in front of the goal when Katelyn took a shot. The ball arced right toward me. I started to head it out of the goal. Something stopped me. I knew Amy was right behind me. She was playing goalie, and I didn’t like her much, but she was pretty good. I didn’t really want to make her mad. The ball flew right over my head and into the goal.

Amy yelled. “You moron! You completely blocked my view of the ball. Why did you duck at the last minute?”

The coach couldn’t hear from across the field. “I thought you’d get it,” I said kind of helplessly. “You were right behind me.”

“If I’ve got it,” she snapped, “then I’ll say I’ve got it. Otherwise, you take it.” She turned to Nicole. “I couldn’t even see that coming.” Then she mumbled a bunch of stuff under her breath.

After celebrating her goal with her team, Katelyn picked up on the tension. “What’s the deal?” she asked walking toward us.

“Ally got in my way.”

I shrugged. “I thought she had it.”

Katelyn turned to Amy. “Yell goalie if you’ve got it.” Then she walked over to me. “If you don’t hear her, then go for it. No matter what. And don’t put up with her crap. She’s a terrible sport.”

Katelyn ran back to center field and my team kicked off.

Amy hadn’t finished with me though. “You’d better not screw up like that in a game.”

I glared at her, and then ran up the field before I could spaz and let them score again.

When practice ended, Katelyn and I ran over to Diane’s Range Rover.

“You guys are filthy,” Diane said, wrinkling her nose. “I’ll put towels down on the seats.”

“Uh, Diane, this is Katelyn.”

Diane frowned. “I’m sorry dear. I forgot my manners. I’m so glad we worked out this arrangement. I just wasn’t thinking about how filthy you two would be.”

I stayed back. If she smelled me, she’d never agree to let us in the car.

“Nice to meet you,” Katelyn said, shaking her hand. “Thank you for the ride.”

We took off our cleats and put them in our soccer bags. That took care of most of the dirt. When we got in the car, Katelyn started to talk about Amy but I shook my head. She got my message. I didn’t want Diane in my business.

I jumped in the shower as soon as I got home. I was way too ripe to run into Jonathan. Diane took the towels in and put them in the washer. I thought she was being a little ridiculous.

After my shower, I pulled on clean shorts and a shirt. I knocked on Caroline’s door.

“Come in.”

“Hey,” I said popping my head into her room. “Can you run next door with me?”

She sat on her bed with her laptop. At least ten books were spread around her on the bed. “I hate world history.” She got up and slipped on her shoes. “Where’s my mother?”

“I don’t know.”

We went through the house to the front door. Diane was getting in her car. “Hey, girls. I’ll be right back. I need to pick up a few things at the store.”

We watched her pull out. Then Caroline turned and went back to the house, calling over her shoulder, “She’ll be gone for a while. If you need me, I’m in my room.”

Walking next door, I really hoped she was right.

I let myself in the fence and played with the dogs. Mojo and Buddy had grown inseparable.

Jonathan slipped out the back and looked around. “No spies?”

I smiled. “Not today. But I have to hurry. Diane ran to the store.”

He walked over and petted the dogs. “Did your Dad blow his top?”

“No, he left yesterday morning.”

“Alone at last,” he said, taking my hand.

“What about,” I started to say, stepping back.

Just then, Ben burst out the back door.

Jonathan groaned.

I didn’t want to risk forgetting to get his cell number, so I asked for it.

He sort of flinched. “It wouldn’t help you any to have it. I can’t find my phone anywhere.”

“You lost it?” I couldn’t comprehend going without a phone.

“Actually,” he said, moving closer, “Ben was playing with it last week, and it hasn’t surfaced yet.”

“Ben lost your phone?”

He raised his finger to his lips. “I don’t want Mom to know. She’s still mad at us over my iPod.”

“He lost your iPod?”

“No. He microwaved my iPod. But I’m hoping he just left the cell phone somewhere in the house.”

I looked at Ben with new respect. He could cause quite a bit of trouble for such a small kid.

The little hellion came over and gave me a hug. “Hi, Ally.”

“Hi, Ben,” I said, squeezing him tight.

“Is that big shouting man really your dad?”

“Uh, yeah.” Most people would describe my father as pretty reserved. Until lately. “But he’s out of town right now.”

“How about giving us a little privacy, Ben,” Jonathan said.

His request was met with a confused expression.

“Go play with the dogs so I can kiss her,” Jonathan said.

Ben’s jaw dropped almost as far as mine.

“Jonathan,” I said.

Ben started giggling. “Eeew,” he yelled running across the yard. “Gross.”

I started laughing so hard I couldn’t begin to kiss anybody.

Ben kept screaming. “Eeww! I’m gonna throw up.”

Jonathan started cracking up.

The dogs chased Ben, barking as loud as they could.

Then, Jonathan’s mother rushed into the backyard to see what was wrong.

Jonathan just shook his head. “I’ll walk you home,” he said.

His mom shushed Ben.

Jonathan held my hand until we got next door. He walked me to the front door, and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“I’m afraid to risk more,” he admitted.

“Good luck finding your cell phone,” I said. Pretending to be all cool, I went into the house. Then I waited for him to walk away, and I jumped up and down with excitement. It was starting to sink in. The boy actually liked me.

“What do you mean he lost his cell phone?” MC asked the next day. “How do you lose your cell phone?”

Madison cleared her throat. “Well, you’ve lost two.”

“They were stolen,” MC said. “That’s different.”

I explained about Ben.

MC studied me for a moment as if processing the news. Then she said, “I don’t buy it.”

Madison and I looked at her like she was nuts.

“What’s to buy?” I asked. “His brother lost it.”

“If you say so,” MC said turning to walk to class.

I sat in classes all day wondering if maybe she was right. Did he just not want me calling? If so, it fit right in with my experience with boys. They never liked me. And with my family experience. Men leave. I wanted to be wrong, but I was growing more stressed by the moment.

I burned off a ton of stress at soccer. I defended Megan’s goal instead of Amy’s. I really hated playing with Amy. Katelyn told me she’d been playing for years, but that she’d never stayed on one team for very long because nobody liked her. I could totally see why.

Katelyn’s mother picked us up. She was really pretty. She dressed like a local news anchor or something. Turned out she was a dental hygienist and only worked part-time.

“I’m so happy to meet you,” she said.

“Thanks for agreeing to carpool,” I told her. I didn’t explain that I wanted to escape my stepmother, but I suspected Katelyn had.

She opened the trunk and had us put our cleats in a plastic bin. Her car had leather seats and a sun roof. I hadn’t looked to see what it was, but I wanted one. She didn’t freak about dirt, either. Katelyn had been playing for almost ten years. I guess she was used to it.

She pulled up in front of the house to drop me off. Jonathan was shooting baskets in his driveway.

“That’s him,” I told Katelyn.

She grinned.

I thanked her mom and went next door. I didn’t feel like grabbing Caroline to accompany me.

“Hey,” he called. His warm smile melted my insides. “How was practice?”

“Good,” I said.

“Before you slip away, I wanted to see if you could talk your dad into letting you go to the lock-in on Friday.”

My heart thumped. “Friday?” He wanted to spend time with me! The phone thing wasn’t a ploy.

“Yeah. Maybe Caroline will go with you.”

I’d need somebody to watch Mojo. “Is there a number to call so my dad can check it out?”

“Probably. Just call the Second Pres and ask for the youth minister.”

“You’re definitely going?” A whole night together. It was almost a date.

“Yes. I always go, but it would be really cool if you could come.” His eyes met mine. “We could actually talk.”

“I’ll do my best.” I wanted a kiss, but I was beyond sweaty.

“Go before you get busted. I really want you to come on Friday.”

“Good point.”

“See you later,” he said and turned back to his basketball goal.