smirked. âNo. Of course not,â she said, sauntering away. âHave a good night, Sunny. Iâm off to rehearsal.â
I watched her go with a curious stare. The only reasonsheâd be at rehearsals was if she was in the show. But that couldnât happen unless . . .
I slammed my locker shut and hurried to Chaseâs. He was still there, hanging with friends before rehearsal. When he saw me, he offered a tentative smile.
âHey, Sââ
âIlana,â I cut him off. âIs she in the show?â
His very wise friends decided this was the time to leave.
âGood luck, bro,â one of them said.
âShe is, isnât she?â I asked.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and Chase reached for my arm, squeezing it.
âI wasnât sure how to tell you,â he said. âSaraâs dad got orders to transfer, so theyâre moving in a few months. Ms. Elliott took her out and replaced her with Ilana.â
I swallowed hard. âWhich means Ilana gets to be Mary Poppins, the part she wanted all along.â
Chase held up a hand. âDonât read too much into this.â
I gave him a disgusted look. âIlana volunteers for the selection committee and just happens to get the understudy role for Mary Poppins who just happens to be moving in a few months. And Iâm not supposed to read anything into it?â
âSunny . . .â
I jerked my arm out of his hand. âAnd why are you defending her, anyway? Is she your girlfriend now?â
âWhat?â Chase blinked and recoiled in confusion. I couldnât blame him. I had no idea where that jealousy came from.
âI mean . . .â I struggled for words. âI donât care. I just thought youâd have better taste.â
Chaseâs neck and face colored to match his hair. âSays the girl holding hands with the school bully.â
âHolding haâ?â I scowled. âWe were making a pinky swear, Chase!â
âYeah, well, youâve never done that with any of your other guy friends,â he shot back.
â Fine .â I grabbed his wrist and hooked his pinky with mine. âI swear you are getting on my nerves!â
I wrestled my pinky free and turned away, but Chase took my hand.
âSunny, wait. I donât want to fight anymore,â he said. âWeâre supposed to be best friends.â
I regarded him silently, taking in the hopeful smile he offered, and let out a deep sigh.
âYouâre right,â I said, turning toward him. His hand was still on mine, and when I moved, my fingers accidentally slipped between his.
We were holding hands . It was only a matter of time before he realized it too, and freaked out.
âUh . . .â I quickly let go and clutched my hands behind my back. âSo, truce?â
âTruce,â he said. âAnd Iâm sorry for being harsh last night. Itâs cool that you got your own show. Youâll make it awesome, I know it.â
I forgot all about being embarrassed. âAwww . . . really?â
âYes, really,â he said, stepping closer.
I wanted to tell him about my mom and the agent, but my brain was turning to mush. Chase and I had stood shoulder to shoulder plenty of times but never face-to-face. My stomach was an Olympic gymnast, flipping and jumping and twirling little ribbons.
Chase was near enough now that I could see all the details of his nose and cheeks.
âYouâve got more freckles than usual,â I said, touching one.
The muscles of his cheek moved under my fingers as he smiled even wider. âYouâve been counting? Itâs from all the sun at baseball practice.â
âYou should tell your dad that sensible young men wear sunscreen,â I said in mock seriousness.
âHa ha.â Chase squeezed my fingers. âLook, sorry to give bad news and run, but I need to get to rehearsal.