Chapter 14 BACK TO SCHOOL
Marney’s two-week suspension from school seemed to fly by. Lucky for her, too, because she has a hard time being away from friends, especially those from her team. She went back as cheerful as ever.
I, on the other hand, would be glad to be away from school for two weeks. Because during this time, I felt especially vulnerable. My usual sassy front was a little jarred out of whack because Cong had put up a wall of his own recently. I think it had to do more with his parents than with me. But, I had to figure out how to fix whatever was broken. With boys, that is hard because they don’t talk much.
In English class, I asked Cong, “We’re still study-buddies, right?”
He just responded with a sort of questionable grunt.
“I did my homework,” I told him. “Come on, don’t make me beg to be friends. Because I won’t.”
Plus, I had the added benefit of being watched, wherever I went, by the bathroom girls, so much that, I ceased going to the bathroom at school altogether and waiting to pee until I got home got to be a real annoying sport.
“Let me in, I gotta go in, quick!” I ran away from Marney pretty darn quick and practically slammed through the front door of the house and then made a mad dash for the bathroom. Ahh... This really has got to stop.
“You’ve been doing that a lot, lately,” Marney remarked. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, no,” I replied, “I just forgot to go.”
“You forgot to go?”
“Yeah, quit nagging me about it, Marney.”
“Okay,” she responded with a sigh.
I wasn’t going to allow her to get into trouble again. I had to stand up on my own two feet, at some point anyway.
I changed the subject. “Now that your suspension is over, can you play on the team again, Marney?”
“Coach said my school suspension may be over but my game suspension is not,” Marney revealed. She had tears in her eyes. “We’ve got a really big game coming up. I don’t want to miss it. I even told Zack about it. He thinks I’m gonna play.”
“Uh oh,” I said. “Can’t you just tell him you spoke too soon?”
“No, damn it. I want to play.” Marney threw her basketball into the little basket on her wall. She always does that when she’s thinking.
“What are you thinking about doing, Marney?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I gotta prove to the coach that he needs me back on the team.” She kept throwing the ball into the little hoop on her wall.