lets out, Iâm still obsessing about it. I want to go home and practice, but Chloeâs waiting by my locker. Her normally perfect makeup looks faded, and her eyes are bloodshot.
âHave you been crying?â I ask.
âNo.â She presses her cheeks with her fingertips. âItâs just allergies. Youâre the one who looks like crap.â
âGee, thanks,â I say, and start on my locker combination.
âSo,â she says through a stopped-up nose. âWhatâs the matter?â
I take a breath. Maybe if I say it, then Iâll feel better.
âKathryn.â
Chloe scrunches up her face. âKathryn who? Kathryn Pease?â
I nod, and Chloeâs expression gets darker.
âWhat about her?â
âKathryn isâ¦â This is music related, so I know Iâll have to ease Chloe into it. âKathryn is driving me crazy.â
âBut I thought we took care of her last year.â
âWe did,â I say, remembering. âI mean, I did.â
âRight. So whatâs the problem?â
I try again. This time with a little more detail. âYou can talk all you want about âtaking care of her.â But that didnât make her disappear. Sheâs a good singer.â
âExactly my point.â Chloe throws her hands up. âSheâs a music freak.â
âShe got a solo today in choir and I didnât.â
âDevastating, Brooke. Really.â
âIt sort of is.â
I slam my locker door. Harder than I need to, but Chloe doesnât seem to notice. âForget about Kathryn,â she tells me. âRight now youâve got bigger things to worry about.â
âOh yeah?â I say. âLike what?â
âLike this.â
She pulls a sheet of paper out of her bag and hands it to me. Itâs the Spirit Committeeâs list of Homecoming court nominees. âNobodyâs supposed to see it until tomorrow. Donât say I never do anything for you.â
I read all of the names. Mine is first on a list with four other girls. Angela Van Zant, Kiersten Coons, Celina DeGraff, Madison Verbeckâ¦
âYouâre not on here,â I say.
âOf course Iâm not. Iâm organizing the whole thing, so it would be a total conflict of interest for me to be a candidate, too.â
I look into her eyes, which are definitely red. She coughs and rubs her nose.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â Chloeâs been dying to be in the Homecoming court ever since junior high, when Brice and Bill would take us to high school football games. Afterward, she would dress up in my momâs old cabaret gowns and practice blowing kisses to my stuffed animals.
âI wouldnât say it if I didnât mean it,â she tells me. âBesides, you need me, Brooke. Without my help youâd squander an opportunity like this.â
She looks so serious that I have to laugh. âWas âsquanderâ on one of your vocab tests this week?â
âIndubitably. Now give me that before anybody else sees it.â She takes the list back, but not before I check out the guys. I find John Moorehouseâs name, third down.
âSo,â Chloe says. âHave you thought about your campaign?â
âPlease,â I groan. âYouâre not serious.â
âIâm dead serious. See, Brooke? This is why you need me so much.â
âBut campaign? Even you said it was stupid.â A few years ago, the school board decided the Spirit Committee needed to do more than just organize parties and pep rallies. So they came up with this thing where the people nominated for Homecoming court have to pick some kind of cause they want to represent. When everybody goes to vote, they pay a dollar. However many votes you get, thatâs how much money goes to your cause. It sounds good in theory, but only about half the people in our school actually vote. With ten people on