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handspring and a full split! I finished our second cheer with a gazelle leap, and split the rear of my jeans.
    When a bunch of girls began applauding for Adair, Her Fabulousness and her court turned around and gave them nasty glares. The girls dropped their hands and looked anywhere but at us. I struggled out of my hoodie and tied the sleeves around my waist to hide my unfortunate accident.
    â€œThank you, ladies,” said Coach Notting, briskly marking on her score sheet with a pencil.
    Adair clung to me as we walked away. “How do you think it went?”
    With just three pairs of girls left to audition, I could honestly say, “You’re going to look amazing in green and silver.”
    My friend beamed.
    â€œCadence and Willow were great too,” I said. Cadence Steele and Willow Christopher were two Nobodies who had tried out ahead of us. Willow had tons of energy and could jump higher than my waist! And Cadence had the best dance moves of anyone out there, except Adair. “I bet they’ll make it with you.”
    â€œDon’t be so sure,” muttered Adair.
    I understood. The competition was tough, and the Somebodies had the edge. Still, most of the Somebodies had been less than stellar. Her Fabulousness didn’t make any mistakes in front of the judges, but she was, clearly, bored. Dijon hadn’t put an ounce of enthusiasm into her cheers. She didn’t yell. She spoke. Once, she even yawned in the middle of a cheer. Évian had plenty of spirit, all right, but was worse than me when it came to remembering the words. Venice and Truffle couldn’t stop giggling throughout their entire audition. They didn’t even finish their second cheer. If ever there was a chance for one or two or maybe even three talented Nobodies to make the team, this was the year!
    â€œWhen will you know the results?” I asked Adair.
    â€œLet’s see . . . probably next Monday or Tuesday. Mrs. Rivkin usually posts the list on the ASB bulletin board outside the cafeteria.” She glanced up at the clock. “I’ve got to get going. My mom will be waiting. Thanks for cheering with me, Coco. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
    â€œAnytime.” I crossed my eyes. “Kidding!”
    Fawn was in the same spot on the grass where we’dleft her. Seeing me approach, she lowered her e-reader. “How’d it go?”
    â€œAdair was brilliant.”
    â€œAnd you?”
    â€œCould be the first girl in Big Mess cheerleading history to get a negative score.”
    She tilted her head. “Why are you walking funny?”
    â€œTo keep this from getting worse.” I whipped around and flipped up the back of my jacket.
    â€œOh ho, ho!”
    â€œYou should know I’m plotting my revenge against you.”
    â€œThanks for the warning,” she said, reaching for her backpack. “You plot. I’ll sew.” Fawn was going to be a famous fashion designer one day. She was always attaching all kinds of lace, fringe, beads, and assorted dangly things to her vintage outfits, which meant she carried a needle and thread with her for when the lace, fringe, beads, and assorted dangly things fell off.
    We had about forty minutes before Fawn’s mom was due to pick us up. Fawn said that was plenty of time to fix my seam, so we went into the girls’ locker room. I led us to my PE locker in the last row, sat down on the bench, and took off my jeans. Fawn got to work onthe repair. It was chilly sitting in my underwear. I was debating whether I should put on my gym shorts when we heard a clang.
    â€œIt must have been ninety degrees in that gym.”
    I knew that voice. It was Miss Furdy.
    â€œMy head is pounding.”
    And Mrs. Ignazio.
    â€œI think I may have some aspirin in my purse.”
    And Coach Notting.
    â€œThe cheer judges,” I hissed at Fawn. “They’re here!”
    Her head shot up, a piece of thread hanging from