“We should go out for pizza,” Jessi said. She turned to me. “Unless you’ve got another modeling gig and you need to ditch us.”

I knew she was teasing, so I joked back. “I don’t know. Let me call my agent and find out.”

Jessi groaned. “Seriously?”

“Not seriously,” I said. “I like modeling, but today was a lot different and just not as fun as soccer. Plus, I hated letting the team down, even though we still won.”

“Yeah, I was bummed you missed the first half today,” Jessi reminded me.

“I know,” I said. “That will never happen again. I just won’t book a shoot on the day of a game.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Jessi said in a voice that meant she didn’t really believe me. I didn’t like that feeling at all.

Then Emma, Frida, and Zoe ran up to us. Emma dragged me by the arm. “Come on! Pizza! My mom’s driving.”

I noticed she wasn’t wearing her glasses. “Are you wearing contacts now?”

She nodded. “They’re not as bad as I thought. And today I didn’t hit anybody in the head with the ball by mistake!”

“Awesome,” I said. “So I guess ‘seeing things in a new way’ is working out for you.”

“I guess you could say that.” She grinned.

Zoe rolled her eyes. “Not that app stuff again.”

“Don’t be so negative, Zoe,” Frida said. “I bet you are still going to make a new friend.”

“I highly doubt it,” Zoe said.

“Can we please get in Mrs. Kim’s van?” Jessi asked. “I need to make friends with a slice of pepperoni pizza!”

“Me too,” I agreed. “But I’m thinking I might be even better friends with a chicken ranch slice.”

We climbed into Mrs. Kim’s van. It’s one of those huge vehicles with three rows of seats. Jessi and I climbed into the very backseat, giggling as our arms and legs got tangled.

“I bet models don’t go out for pizza after a photo shoot,” Jessi said.