think she's doing?"
Jana sighed. "Oh, you know Laura."
"Right," said Katie. "She's only happy when
she's making trouble for one of The Fabulous Five."
" And trying to steal someone else's boyfriend,"
added Christie. "I don't know why Mr. Levine lets her be in Drama Club
anyway. The Halloween production proved she couldn't act."
Melanie nodded, keeping track of Laura out of the corner of
her eye. "Look at that," she muttered. "Laura's the biggest
flirt in the entire world."
Now Laura was holding out a box of popcorn, but each time
Shane reached for it, she laughed and pulled it away.
"How disgusting," said Katie.
"Uh-oh. Here he comes," whispered Christie.
"See you later, Mel," said Jana as she and the
others turned toward the bleachers.
Melanie watched her friends go as half a dozen emotions
battled it out inside her. This was supposed to be her big date with Shane. The
most fabulous night of her life. So should she let Shane know that she had seen
him flirting with Laura McCall and that she was angry? Or should she just act innocent
and pretend that she hadn't seen a thing? Why did Laura McCall have to spoil
things by waiting on him in the first place? Why couldn't it have been Dekeisha
or one of her own best friends, Beth Barry?
She glanced at him as he sauntered toward her, a box of
popcorn in each hand. He was smiling at her, looking cool as usual, and she
could feel the thumping of her heart grow louder and louder inside her chest.
Surely she had been imagining things. Or had she?
CHAPTER 2
"This place is filling up fast," Shane said. "We'd
better get a seat. I told some of the Riverfield kids that we'd sit with them."
"Riverfield?" Melanie asked in surprise. She and
The Fabulous Five always sat with their friends from Mark Twain Elementary. Of
course, Shane had gone to Riverfield Elementary, but so had Laura McCall and
the rest of The Fantastic Foursome, The Fabulous Five's biggest rivals. Was
Laura why he wanted to sit with that crowd?
"Sure. Why not? Hey, there's Bill Soliday and Tony
Sanchez waving at us. They said they'd save us some seats."
Shane took her arm and steered her in the direction of the
Riverfield section. Melanie looked helplessly toward her friends from Mark
Twain. Katie and Jana had started to wave in her direction, too, but let their
arms fall back to their sides in disappointment when they saw Melanie and Shane
heading up the bleachers toward the other group of kids. Melanie saw Scott Daly
sitting with the Mark Twain kids, too, and looked away quickly before he
spotted her. Scott had been her unofficial boyfriend since sixth grade. She
still liked him, but not as much as she liked Shane.
The first half of the game went quickly, and Melanie almost
forgot about Laura's flirting with Shane. She was glad that it was a varsity
game and she and the other seventh-grade cheerleaders weren't on the floor.
Usually Melanie loved being with the squad, but tonight she had fun yelling for
the team and doing cheers with Shane and the rest of the crowd.
When the buzzer sounded for the half, Shane jumped to his
feet. "Want something to drink?" he asked. "They've got ice
cream, too."
A stab of jealousy went through Melanie as she thought of
Laura at the concession stand, but Shane had been so much fun during the game
that she brushed it aside. "A cola," she answered.
As soon as he was gone, Katie, Christie, and Jana slid
across the bleacher seats to join her.
"We're going down to keep an eye on Laura," said
Christie. "Want to come along?"
"I don't know," said Melanie. "If Shane saw
me, he'd know I was spying."
"No, he wouldn't," insisted Jana. "You could
just say you were going to the girls' room with us to comb your hair."
Melanie made a face. She wasn't sure how convincing that
story would be, especially if Shane caught her standing around watching the
refreshment stand. Still, she was dying to know what Laura would do when Shane
came back for drinks.
"Okay," she said. "But you guys have to
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