Lauren and the other girls think that I had given up wanting to be an SF2 and had suddenly joined the Geek Patrol? I know it wasnât the nicest thought in the world, but itâs the truth.
âWe were just at a t-tennis tournament,â I stammered, as though that explained why I was hanging out with these girls.
âI know,â Lauren said, barely looking up from her papers.
âWow, word travels fast. Who told you?â
Lauren put her arm on Ryanâs.
âYour dad called Ryan to say you guys won. And you know Ryan, he tells me
everything
. Weâre so close.â
âYou are? Does Ryan know that?â Sammie asked, an edge in her voice.
âAs a matter of fact, he does,â Lauren snapped. âWhich is why he volunteered to help us fill out our application for Junior Waves. He wouldnât do that for just anyone. Isnât that right, Ryan?â
âWell, I wouldnât exactly call it volunteering,â Ryan explained. âBut watching these girls try to fill out the form was driving me nuts, so Captain Ry-Guy and his trusty laptop stepped in to save the day.â
Lauren laughed like Ryan had just said the funniest thing in the world.
âYour brother is so totally hysterical,â she said. Ryan looked pretty pleased with the compliment and Lauren shot me a look that practically said, âSee, I told you he has a crush on me.â
âWell, I need to use the computer after lunch to work on my history paper,â Sammie said. âSo how long is this application thing going to take?â
âMaybe forever,â Jillian groaned. âThey want to know everything about us. Not just our grades, but our extracurricular activities, and community service, and hobbies, and awards and honors.â
âI do a ton of community service,â Brooke said. âJust the other day, I gave a little kid on the beach my sunscreen because his shoulders were getting all red.â
âI think they mean real community service,â Alicia said. âLike, I work at the food bank, and Sammie tutors a first-grader, and Charlie cleans up litter on the beach.â
â
Eeuuwww
,â Brooke said, wrinkling her nose at me. âYou mean touch other peopleâs trash? Thatâs not sanitary.â
âI wear rubber gloves,â I said, which only made her say â
Eeuuwww
â even louder.
âWell, I was just telling Ryan that I have an honor that would really impress the principal,â Jillian said. âI auditioned for
Teen Super Model,
and the producer said sheâd call me if I got the part.â
âDid she call?â Sara asked her.
âNot yet. Itâs only been six months. They could still call.â
âGood luck with that one,â Sammie snickered.
âEase up, Sam-I-Am,â Ryan said. âYou canât blame the girls for trying to come up with things that sound good on the application. Not all of us are like you and Charlie, who can get good grades and be tennis champs at the same time.â
As he said that, I noticed that Lauren took her legs off the table and sat straight up in her chair. She turned and looked at me, as if she were just seeing me for the first time. I smiled at her, and then I noticed that Sammie was watching Lauren carefully. She was squinting, the way she does when she sees something she doesnât like.
âCome on, guys,â she said to Alicia and Sara. âLetâs go inside. GoGo said sheâd make up a bowl of guacamole and chips.â
âDid someone say guacamole?â Ryan said, jumping to his feet. âIâm there.â
He leaped out of his chair and sprinted toward the kitchen.
âBut what about our application?â Jillian called after him.
âGuacamole first. Chips second. Application third,â he called back to them. âIâll be back. You girls talk among yourselves.â
Knowing that I wasnât welcome to hang out with