taking place. The gang of kids immediately forgot about Sophie and darted away.
That had been four years ago, and it had been love ever since.
Oh, though for the record, Sophie had never cried for her dad again because that very night she had suddenly remembered that her dad never lied to her. Not when she asked him about Santa Claus or even when she asked him if it had hurt when he kicked the wall by mistake when they were playing soccer, and so she didnât care what her grandmother or the police report tried to tell her. If his note said that he was coming back home, then that meant he was coming back home.
Of course, sometimes Sophie thought it would be nice to actually know when he was coming home, since four years was a long time. But the most important thing was after that day she had never lost faith again. Not in her dad and not in the awesomeness that was Jonathan Tait.
Jonathan did another lay-up and Sophie only just resisted the urge to shout and clap out loud (though she was so shouting and clapping on the inside). Instead, she just stood there, holding her jeans up to her mouth in awe as she took it all in.
However, her contented smile suddenly disappeared as she realized that not only was the ball bouncing toward her, but Jonathan had started to jog in the same direction. Sophie gulped. If he bent down and peered over, there was a strong possibility he would notice her looking at him.
As quickly as she could, she started to scramble off the chair. Unfortunately, the movement made the wheels at the bottom go slipping along the concrete floor, and before Sophie quite knew what was happening she found herself falling sideways into one of the antique wooden cabinets nearby.
She flinched as her shoulder slammed into it before she went flying off to one side, where she landed with a thump.
Ouch!
She was just about to get up and check if the cabinet was okay when she realized it was rocking dangerously back and forth.
Nooooooooooooo.
She put out her hands to try to stop it from falling over, but it was too late. She barely had a second to think about how it was like something out of one of Harveyâs horror movies as the whole thing suddenly went tumbling onto the hard concrete floor (with emphasis on the hard). The contents crashed into a mosaic rainbow of tiny pieces.
Sophieâs hand flew to her mouth, and she shut her eyes to will it not to have happened. Like seriously. Unfortunately, the Universe, who had obviously thought it had done quite enough favors for her recently, didnât seem to appreciate her predicament because when she opened her eyes again, she was still completely surrounded by shattered glass and broken curios.
No. No. No.
This was NOT good. Times ten.
And it wasnât like she hadnât been in bad situations before, because she had. For instance, there was the time she and Harvey had been goofing off in science and had accidentally knocked over a beaker of hydrochloric acid and it had eaten a hole into their teacherâs briefcase. Or when she and Kara had tried to staple Mrs. Victorâs skirt to the chair. But back then all sheâd ended up with were a couple of detentions and a boring lecture from her mom. Who knew where this was going to end?
âSophie, I know you told me to wait upstairs, but I just wanted to see what was taking you so. . .Â
Holy freak show
.â Kara suddenly appeared in the doorway, a smudge of charcoal on her nose, her iPod earbuds dangling around her neck, and her jaw almost hitting the floor.
âI know,â Sophie groaned. âWhat a disaster. But the important thing is that we stay calm. I mean, yes, theyâre all ruined. Like really ruined, but thatâs not my fault. Well, okay, so perhaps it was my fault, but honestly, it was an accident. Oh, and maybe I could just blame Ryan, since itâs not like heâs exactly an angel of goodness.â
âSophââ Kara started to say, her pale
That had been four years ago, and it had been love ever since.
Oh, though for the record, Sophie had never cried for her dad again because that very night she had suddenly remembered that her dad never lied to her. Not when she asked him about Santa Claus or even when she asked him if it had hurt when he kicked the wall by mistake when they were playing soccer, and so she didnât care what her grandmother or the police report tried to tell her. If his note said that he was coming back home, then that meant he was coming back home.
Of course, sometimes Sophie thought it would be nice to actually know when he was coming home, since four years was a long time. But the most important thing was after that day she had never lost faith again. Not in her dad and not in the awesomeness that was Jonathan Tait.
Jonathan did another lay-up and Sophie only just resisted the urge to shout and clap out loud (though she was so shouting and clapping on the inside). Instead, she just stood there, holding her jeans up to her mouth in awe as she took it all in.
However, her contented smile suddenly disappeared as she realized that not only was the ball bouncing toward her, but Jonathan had started to jog in the same direction. Sophie gulped. If he bent down and peered over, there was a strong possibility he would notice her looking at him.
As quickly as she could, she started to scramble off the chair. Unfortunately, the movement made the wheels at the bottom go slipping along the concrete floor, and before Sophie quite knew what was happening she found herself falling sideways into one of the antique wooden cabinets nearby.
She flinched as her shoulder slammed into it before she went flying off to one side, where she landed with a thump.
Ouch!
She was just about to get up and check if the cabinet was okay when she realized it was rocking dangerously back and forth.
Nooooooooooooo.
She put out her hands to try to stop it from falling over, but it was too late. She barely had a second to think about how it was like something out of one of Harveyâs horror movies as the whole thing suddenly went tumbling onto the hard concrete floor (with emphasis on the hard). The contents crashed into a mosaic rainbow of tiny pieces.
Sophieâs hand flew to her mouth, and she shut her eyes to will it not to have happened. Like seriously. Unfortunately, the Universe, who had obviously thought it had done quite enough favors for her recently, didnât seem to appreciate her predicament because when she opened her eyes again, she was still completely surrounded by shattered glass and broken curios.
No. No. No.
This was NOT good. Times ten.
And it wasnât like she hadnât been in bad situations before, because she had. For instance, there was the time she and Harvey had been goofing off in science and had accidentally knocked over a beaker of hydrochloric acid and it had eaten a hole into their teacherâs briefcase. Or when she and Kara had tried to staple Mrs. Victorâs skirt to the chair. But back then all sheâd ended up with were a couple of detentions and a boring lecture from her mom. Who knew where this was going to end?
âSophie, I know you told me to wait upstairs, but I just wanted to see what was taking you so. . .Â
Holy freak show
.â Kara suddenly appeared in the doorway, a smudge of charcoal on her nose, her iPod earbuds dangling around her neck, and her jaw almost hitting the floor.
âI know,â Sophie groaned. âWhat a disaster. But the important thing is that we stay calm. I mean, yes, theyâre all ruined. Like really ruined, but thatâs not my fault. Well, okay, so perhaps it was my fault, but honestly, it was an accident. Oh, and maybe I could just blame Ryan, since itâs not like heâs exactly an angel of goodness.â
âSophââ Kara started to say, her pale
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