Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking? (10 page)

The stadium was packed when they arrived. Werewolves, vampires, bunnies, witches, and hundreds of tigers all stomped as the Ashland High marching band played the school song to announce the team.

“There he is!” Mrs. Sackett grasped Alex's hand as Coach jogged onto the field behind the last player. The stands erupted in cheers.

Coach looked serious, holding his clipboard. He glanced up at the forty yard line, where they had their reserved seats, and gave Mrs. Sackett a quick nod. Mrs. Sackett nodded back. They did this before every home game. Alex wasn't sure what it meant exactly, but she knew it was a good-luck thing. Coach was superstitious that way. He was wearing the socks he'd worn during the last game they won, sure that his smelly feet juices were lucky and would help them win again. He only washed them when they lost.

Alex cringed. Those socks must be vile by now. The Tigers had won a lot this season.

The game started. Tommy was only third-string quarterback, so he sat on the players' bench. Alex spotted Ava in the bleachers a few sections away, sitting with the middle school football team.

“What is she?” she asked her mom.

Mrs. Sackett studied Ava for a bit. “A pioneer, maybe?”

“Really? You think Ava went all
Little House on the Prairie
? That seems odd,” Alex said, standing for a better look.

“I see a blue bonnet,” Mrs. Sackett said. “And a green shirt and green shorts.”

“I'm completely clueless,” Alex admitted. She texted Ava. Then she laughed. “Classic! She's the state flower of Texas. She's a bluebonnet. Get it?”

Her mom chuckled. “How did she even know what the flower is?”

“We learn lots of Texas facts in school,” Alex said. “It's kind of cool, because I never knew that stuff about Massachusetts.”

When the dance team came out for the halftime show, their neighbors, Dr. and Mr. Cahill, showed up to sit with Mrs. Sackett, and Alex went off to join Ava and her friends.

She squeezed in next to Lindsey. “This is not my party costume,” Lindsey informed her. She wore a red lifeguard shirt, white makeup on her nose, sunglasses on her head, and a whistle around her neck. “I'm going all out tonight.”

Alex peered into her crystal ball. “I am the Great Alexandra, and I can see into the future. I see that your party is going to be epic.”

“You are very wise, O Great Alexandra!” Lindsey grinned.

Corey leaned over. He had green makeup smeared over his face and what she guessed were aluminum-foil antennae attached to his baseball cap. But he still looked cute. “What do you see for the Ashland Tigers?” he asked.

“Victory, of course!” Alex said.

“Well, they better get to it,” Corey remarked. The first half had ended with a score of 0–0.

“PJ's doing okay, right?” Alex called to Ava, who was sitting a few people down. PJ Kelly played quarterback. Alex didn't think it was PJ's fault that the game was scoreless. He'd been throwing well and trying to run down the field. He just kept getting tackled.

“He's doing fine,” Ava called back.

“Rutland's defense is awesome,” Corey put in. “They're not letting us complete our passes.”

“Our defense is holding strong too,” Owen added. “They can't score off us either.”

“Coach must be going nuts in the locker room right now,” Ava said, “trying to motivate our guys to score.”

“We're not losing,” Alex reminded her.

“But we're not winning,” Ava said.

They shared a knowing look. They hadn't started preparing for Coach's birthday brunch. They hadn't even talked about it. Alex felt it would jinx the game. She thought Ava felt the same.

It's our telepathic thing again,
Alex realized. She flashed Ava a secretive smile.

By the end of the final quarter, the game was tied 14–14. Alex watched the scoreboard clock tick down. In a minute, they'd go into overtime. She watched her dad pace the sidelines. His arms were folded, his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth set in a grim line. Alex chewed her bottom lip in frustration. She wished she could do something to make the players on the field score.

But all she could do was cheer. She felt useless.

And questions kept swirling in her head.

Would they have to leave, if the team didn't make it to the next round in the play-offs? She was pretty sure the school liked her dad and wouldn't fire him. But what did she know? Ashland was crazy when it came to football. If they had to leave, would they move back to Massachusetts? Would her friends there welcome her? Did she even want to go back?

Alex glanced at her Ashland friends, all crowded together. She liked them. She liked it here. A lot. The fans around her let out a collective groan as some huge player tackled PJ before he could complete his pass. Alex couldn't bear to keep watching.

“Did Charlotte ever come to the game?” Alex called to Ava to get her mind off the field.

Ava shook her head. “I didn't see her.”

“That girl is totally rude,” Lindsey remarked. Emily and Rosa, who sat behind them, nodded vigorously.

Emily leaned forward. “She mocked me for saying ‘y'all' yesterday when I came up to her in the hall.”

“She hates us,” Rosa added. “I don't know why.”

“She hates Texas,” Kylie offered.

“She better not mess with Texas or else,” Corey declared, puffing out his chest.

“Or else what?” Owen challenged.

Corey grinned. “Or else I'll lasso her in my pickup truck!”

Lindsey elbowed him. “You don't have a pickup truck. Your parents drive SUVs.”

Corey smiled. “It was a Texas joke.”

“Hey, I have a pickup truck and a lasso,” Kylie announced proudly. “No joke!”

“Charlotte's really not mean,” Alex said. She liked Charlotte. She felt bad that her new friend wasn't here to defend herself. “You should give her another chance. Right, Ava?”

“Right,” Ava agreed. Then she screamed. “Guys! Look! Look!”

Alex stood on her tiptoes to see over the tall guy in front of her. PJ dodged to the left and then the right. He pulled his arm back and fired the ball downfield. The stadium grew quiet, tracking the arc of the ball. It landed in the outstretched arms of Tyler Whitely, and the Ashland fans roared. The Tigers' blockers expertly cleared the way, and Tyler ran down the field. The stadium bleachers shook and rattled with cheers and stamping feet.

“He's doing it!” Corey cried.

“Go, go!” Alex screamed.

Coach Sackett moved his arms like a windmill, as if that could propel his player farther down the field. Tyler dove for the end zone. The referee raised his arms.

“He did it!” Lindsey shrieked.

“The big win!” Ava yelled.

“We won!” Alex cried. The band erupted in a victory song. The cheerleaders flipped on the sideline. And Coach Sackett smiled for the first time that week.

“We are the Ashland Tigers, hear us roar!” Alex sang along with her friends as they filed out of the stadium.

“Alex! Ava! Alex!”

A voice rang out over the noise. Alex looked around, uncertain where it came from and who was calling her. The parking lot was filled with people in costume. Little kids lined up for Trunk-or-Treat, where they collected candy from different decorated cars. Kylie was helping Owen at his family's car.

“Alex! Ava!” Charlotte pushed her way forward. Her eyes were puffy and her voice hoarse. She wasn't in a costume, and her knees and palms were streaked with dirt.

“What's wrong?” Alex cried.

“Harvey.” Charlotte leaned forward, gasping for breath. “I was home alone, and Harvey ran away. It was my fault. I left the back door open. I've looked everywhere. I can't find him.”

“We can help look,” Ava offered.

Charlotte shook her head. “I need more than that. It's an emergency. Ben went out with my mom. Harvey is his best friend. I can't tell him I lost his best friend!” She sounded hysterical.

“What do you need?” Alex asked.

“You! Your Power! I need you to find Harvey with your Power!” Charlotte cried, grabbing onto one of Alex's many scarves.

“But—I don't know—it's a dog—I'm not sure—” Alex fumbled for an answer. She hadn't had a chance to ask Ava how the whole bracelet vision had come to her. She needed more time to understand the Power and how it worked.

“You've done it before.” Emily placed her hand on Alex's shoulder. “You can find her dog.”

“Alex can totally do this,” Rosa agreed.

A warmth spread through Alex. Her friends believed in her.

“Hold up.” Ava stepped forward. “Charlotte, this is Harvey we're talking about. Not a bracelet. We need to move fast.”

“Our telepathy thing does take time. . . .” Alex's voice trailed off.

“There are a lot of cars pulling away from the parking lot now,” Kylie pointed out.

Charlotte's skin turned the same green as Corey's alien makeup. “Oh no! Harvey can't get hit by a car!”

“That's why we need to search your neighborhood now. There are a lot of us. We can go in groups.” Ava gestured to all their friends.

Charlotte's eyes darted around, taking in the large group for the first time. “No! Not them! I just need you two!” she cried.

“Well, gee, thanks,” Lindsey quipped.

“We should
all
go,” Ava insisted.

“I'm not going,” Lindsey said. “I'm getting ready for my party. Rosa, Emily, come on.”

“But, Lindz, I want to see Alex find the dog,” Emily said.

“Me too.” Rosa pulled out her phone. “We can film it and upload to Madame Sibyl's site. Alex will be famous.”

“Ooh! Maybe Sibyl will ask Alex to be on her TV show,” Emily gushed. She pulled Alex close. “We would look so good on TV.”

“Who said you would go on TV too?” Rosa asked.

“I introduced Alex to Sibyl. I'm responsible for her accessing her undiscovered power,” Emily said.

“Miss New York City doesn't want us.” Lindsey glared at Charlotte. “She made that clear. She thinks she's too good for us.”

“No, no. That's not it.” Charlotte was frantic now.

“Could have fooled me,” Lindsey muttered. Corey nodded.

Alex's head throbbed. Her friends were fighting and she didn't understand why. Charlotte's dog was missing. She needed to use her mind to find him, not to puzzle out why Charlotte didn't like Lindsey, Emily, and Rosa.

“Charlotte, they just want to help,” Alex said in a quiet voice.

“I don't need them. Just you two.” Tears welled in Charlotte's eyes.

“What did we ever do to you?” Lindsey planted her hands on her hips.

Charlotte stared down at her flip-flops. Her whole body trembled. “I want to go home.”

“So go,” said Lindsey.

“Yeah, we were only trying to find your dog.” Emily stood shoulder to shoulder with Lindsey.

“I don't think she means her house here,” Ava piped up.

“That doesn't give her the right to be so rude,” Lindsey pointed out.

“Fine! I'm sorry!” Charlotte threw up her hands. “Everyone can come. I need help.”

For a moment, no one spoke.

“I'll help,” Xander offered.

“Me too,” said Corey.

“We're only coming because we want to see Alex and Ava do their special thing,” Emily said finally. Rosa nodded.

“We don't do anything special,” Ava protested.

“Yes, we do,” Alex interjected.

“Al—” Ava began again.

“We can try, Ave. Right? Can't we? Just try, I mean?” Alex sent her sister a pleading look.

“Let's just go!” Charlotte cried impatiently.

“Come on. The Power of Two. That's what Madame Sibyl said,” Emily prodded. “Psychic twins go! Go!”

Corey and Xander took up the cheer. “Psychic twins, go!”

Alex felt Charlotte grab her hand. She barely had time to hand Mrs. Sackett's glass bowl to Ava before they were running down the school's driveway toward Charlotte's house. Her fortune-teller scarves flew around her. Ava, Emily, Rosa, Corey, Xander, and even Lindsey followed.

Can we do this?
Alex wondered.
Yes, we can,
she decided.
I think we really can!

I never should have let Alex say yes,
Ava realized. She ripped off her bonnet, cradled her mom's glass bowl, and raced after her sister. What was going on? Halloween was supposed to be spooky, not crazy!

Ava craned her neck, searching for a fluffy black dog. If she could just find Harvey, then Alex wouldn't have to try whatever it was she was going to try. She felt guilty. If she'd only told Alex about the bracelet, her sister might not have been so quick to say yes.

Or maybe she would have. Ava never knew with Alex. Alex liked to help others. She also liked to be the center of attention. And she definitely seemed to believe they had telepathic powers. Did she know something that Ava didn't?