Kiera finishes and gives a quick curtsy, and the whole class claps and cheers! They cheer! If we weren’t friends again, I might just hate her.

Before lunch, Mrs. Young holds up a clipboard. “I’ve got field day sign-ups all ready to go. Partner up with a friend and write it down up here. Since we’re an odd number this year, I’ll be partnering up with whoever doesn’t find someone else in time. And to be totally honest, whoever ends up with me is in luck, because I’m one half of the winning team at the Young Family Reunion—three years running!”

I turn around to tell Kiera I should partner up with Oscar, but she beats me to it.

“You should sign up with Oscar,” she says. “Maybe it will give y’all a chance to get over whatever his problem is.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Greg saunters up the row behind us. “Y’all partnering up?” he asks. “Coop says our height ratio is no good for the three-legged race.”

“I think this is probably the first time he’s let you out of his sight since you moved here,” says Kiera with a snicker.

Greg laughs nervously. “Coop is, uh, a good friend.”

“Actually,” I say, “I think I’m with Oscar, but you and Kiera should sign up together.”

Greg shrugs and nods.

Kiera does the same. “Sold.”

Besides if I had to partner up with Greg, I don’t think I could trust myself to even walk in a straight line properly.

After waiting my turn with the clipboard, I see that Oscar is already signed up, so I go to fill in the blank next to his name with mine.

But he’s already signed up. With Alyssa.

WHAT. THE. HECK?

Now I’m just mad. I speed walk all the way to the cafeteria where Oscar sits—not even at our usual table—with Alyssa and her posse of Samantha and Tyler.

I throw my hands up. “What’s your problem with me?” I ask.

The entire fifth- and sixth-grade classes pause as they file into the cafeteria, and I can sense Kiera approaching from the side, but her expression says it all: she’s too late.

Oscar takes a bite out of his sandwich. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You won’t take my phone calls and you’re doing all kinds of stuff without even talking to me about it first and then you’re ignoring me and now you’ve signed up for field day without me!” I can feel my voice getting louder and louder and closer to tears. “We’ve done every field day together for the last three years.”

He puts his sandwich down. “Well, you haven’t been a very good friend. You ditched me! And for the person who’s treated us like dirt, Sweet Pea.” He points to Kiera, who crossed her arms defiantly across her chest.

Kiera scoffs behind me.

“If you just got to know her, you’d like her.” But I know that Kiera has had plenty of time to make an impression on Oscar. Maybe it’s not fair for me to expect him to just suddenly like her overnight. But doesn’t he trust me?