A/N: Some of the names are stolen! You may recognize them. When I originally put out the chapter, it was full of bold text pointing out the name references. I edited that out, because I realized how annoying it was!
DISCLAIMER TIME! I'm gonna try to do this from now on.
Boomer: Snickerdoodle doesn't own us. 'Cause we're in the land of the free! God bless the U.S.A.!
Yeah, but Craig McKracken does.
Boomer: Aw, man...
Chapter 7
We left the locker rooms and walked into the gym. Bubbles looked up from her conversation with a girl named Jessica when she heard the door open. Seeing me, she patted the seat next to her. I quickly took it.
"Hi, Boomie!" she greeted with a smile.
We both winced and laughed at the horrible nickname. "Hi… Bubs," I replied to get back at her.
Her eyebrows pulled together and her mouth formed an O to make an insulted look. I laughed again. "Just kidding, just kidding," I added lightly.
After two minutes or so, Coach walked in. Well, her name is Coach Kozelka, but I just call her Coach.
"We're continuing our volleyball unit from last week!" she bellowed."I'll choose teams! Team 1: Percy, Marcus, Joe, Nick, Kevin,Julia, Ann, Maria, Johanna, and Leah!
"Team 1: Boomer, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Melissa, Lavender, Bubbles, Chrissy, and Tina!"
I was glad Bubbles and I got to be on the same team. She's fun to be around. Also, this gave me a chance to find out more about Buttercup.
As the rest of our team slammed the ball over the net, I stepped toward her and said, "I bet your sister -the tomboy one, Buttercup- likes sports."
She laughed. "Yeah, she does. Her favorite sport is football, because she loves to tackle!"
"Is she on the team? What number is she?"
"Yes She's number eleven. Quick, the ball is coming your way!"
I bumped the ball just in time. I dropped the Buttercup subject and focused on Bubbles, and playing volleyball. Which was hard to do at the same time. Thirty minutes later, the game was over. We won, of course. 'Cause we're awesome like that.
In the locker rooms, Butch came up to me. At least he was wearing pants this time.
"What did you find out?" he asked, fishing in his pocket in case he had to pay me.
I reeled off the facts. "Buttercup likes sports." Five dollars. "Her favorite is football." Ten dollars. "It's her favorite because she likes to tackle." Fifteen dollars. "She's on the football team." Twenty dollars. "She's number eleven on the team." Twenty-five dollars! Not bad! I could certainly keep this up. And if I can save up this easy-earned money, I'll be able to buy something nice for Bubbles by the time prom rolls around.
