Chapter 11
Thursday night, Jamie was sitting on the bleachers in the high school gym. Chuck walked into the gym and sat next to his best friend.
"Hey," Chuck said.
"Hey," Jamie said. "How did you know I was here?"
"Sophia texted me," Chuck replied. "She had a feeling that you'd be here and said to tell you that you left your phone at home and wants you to bring a chicken salad home."
"My mom always craved chocolate when she was pregnant with Lydia and Keith," Jamie said. "Sophia keeps craving chicken salads."
"I keep craving chicken salads too," Chuck said. "Hey, maybe I'm pregnant."
"Very funny," Jamie said.
"So what are you doing here?" Chuck asked.
"I'm just thinking," Jamie said. "Tomorrow the team might have to forfeit because half of them are failing History. They have to pass tomorrow's exam."
"That's bad," Chuck said.
"Yeah," Jamie said.
"Chris told me Jacob willing left with my dad and then lied about being forced into the car," Chuck said.
"Really?" Jamie asked.
"Yep," Chuck said. "My 3 year old son lied to me."
"I'm sorry," Jamie said.
"Thanks," Chuck said. "Jacob now knows my dad is scary."
"Did the police catch your dad?" Jamie asked.
"No," Chuck replied. "Wade Scolnik is still out there."
"I'm sorry," Jamie said.
"Thanks," Chuck said. "I'm sorry about the team."
"Thanks," Jamie said as he buried his face onto Chuck's shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Chuck asked.
"Burying my face in your shoulder," Jamie replied.
"Stop it," Chuck said. "That's weird."
Jamie lifted his face up.
"My father lets me bury my face in his shoulder when I'm upset," Jamie said.
"Well I'm not your father," Chuck said. "Best friends don't let best friends bury their faces in their shoulders. Best friends hug and then play basketball. Loser buys the winner ice cream."
"You're right," Jamie said. "I like root beer floats. Keep that in mind when I kick your butt."
"Well I like chocolate malts," Chuck said. "Which is what you're going to buy me when I kick your butt."