foot,â one of the Matthews brothers called out to me.
My shoulders tensed.
âAnd relax,â the other one added.
As if I could.
I exhaled and threw the ball, which fell about three feet short of the basket.
âNow
that
was a brick,â the two voices said in unison.
I made my way to the back of the line and missed the next four shots I attempted.
I stood in line, waiting for my next humiliation and focused my attention straight ahead.
As I stewed over M&Mâs successful efforts to psych me out, I realized that Iâd discovered a new element to add to the periodic table.
It was incredibly toxic and it was going to take heliumâs place, with an atomic number of two.
Twinidium.
Picked Off
Our game against Dante Powers and the rest of the Hogarth Huskies was coming up fast.
I was feeling more nervous about it than I wanted to. It seemed like Iâd been looking forward to going head-to-head against Dante forever, but that was back in the days of the old-school Pioneers. Back when I only sat on the bench because I needed to catch my breath.
Iâd had a couple of dreams about the game, and more than a few daydreams during class.
In my head, I beat Dante every time. I outdribbled, out-passed, and outshot him. I beat his state record
and
got carried off the court on my teammatesâ shoulders.
If even
one
of those things happened on game day, Iâd be stoked.
But we had to play the Willamette Warriors first.
On Wednesday afternoon, the Pioneers piled onto the bus for the trip to Willamette, ready to keep our winning streak alive.
The Twinvaders didnât sit with the rest of us at the middle or the back of the bus, but instead right behind the driver. One of them pulled a notebook out of his backpack, and they studied it together.
Russ told me they were math superstars, but even my brainiac brother saved his homework for, well,
home
.
âWhatâs the Warriorsâ record?â Russ asked from the seat next to me.
âFive and three,â I told him. âNot as good as ours.â
âBut close.â
âYeah,â I admitted. âWeâre close.â
We couldnât say the same about Hogarth, who hadnât lost a game yet.
I shook my head. I needed to stop thinking about Dante Powers and concentrate on the game that was only half an hour away instead.
âIs there anything I should know about them?â Russ asked.
I shrugged. âJust that we have to win if we want to keep our streak going.â
âNo special tips?â
âNot really,â I said, confused. Special tips?
He was quiet for a minute and I started trying to get my game face on.
âAre you going to wear your watch when we play?â
âWhat?â I asked, totally confused.
âAre you going toââ
I rolled my eyes. âI heard the question, Russ.â
âSo, are you?â
âI never do.â
He nodded. âCool.â Then Russ cleared his throat. âDid you bring your Nike socks?â
I turned toward him. What was his deal? âDuh, Russ. I always wear them on game days.â
âCool,â he said again. âYou know, Iâve seen some kids wearing sweatbands. On their wrists?â
âIs that a question?â
âNo.â He frowned. âWell, maybe. Do you think youâd ever wear those?â
âHa! Not in this lifetime.â
âBut NBA players wear them,â Russ reasoned.
âNo,
some
NBA players wear them,â I corrected. âNot the ones I like.â
âGotcha,â he said, nodding again.
I felt like I was taking a test and it was making me edgy. And I definitely didnât need to feel edgy before a game.
âWhatâs with the twenty questions?â I asked.
Russ looked surprised. âIâve only asked a couple.â
âYeah, but you look like youâre just getting started.â Before he could say anything else, I told him,
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