of us.â Did I mention how awesome he was?!
âWe can squeeze. Iâll make sure everybody feels right at home,â Courtney said.
âThatâs okay,â I said.
âThen I guess youâll have to catch the show from over here.â She smirked at me and sauntered back to her table.
I didnât have to wait long to find out what she meant. Courtney began doing one of her infamous impersonations. âPlease donât hit me, Iâm a nice giant,â she said in her best Max voice. âIâve only eaten three students, and they werenât even the cool ones.â
âLeave him alone,â she said, switching voices to one that I hate to admit, sounded remarkably like mine.
âThank you, Double-A, defender of giants and flatchested girls everywhere,â Courtney said, back in her Max voice.
It made me sooo angry. Not just because it stung every time I heard that nickname, but because she was so awful. And no one did anything to stop it.
At least Max had tutoring during lunch and didnât have to see what was going on. But still . . . I was sick of how mean everyone was. Wasnât there enough evil in the world?
chapter 7
âJe parle, tu parle, ils parl âIâm never going to get this French conjugation. I should have taken Spanish,â I said as Gabi and I were walking to class after lunch.
âYouâd have the same problem there. You donât study enough,â she said.
âThanks, Mom.â However true it was, I didnât need a lecture. Not from her. Besides, she did enough studying for the both of us. Gabiâs mom was majorly into grades. If Gabi didnât come home with As, she had to give up things like TV. Which was a punishment for me, too. My mother hates television, and Iâm barely ever allowed to watch it. I depend on Gabi when it comes to my viewing pleasure.
âIâm just saying that if you studââ Gabiâs channeling of Mrs. Gottlieb was cut short as Courtney powered by with Jaydin and Lana in tow. Courtney flipped her hair over her shoulder as she passed, hitting Gabi right in the eye with it. âUck. How annoying. I donât know why people like her.â
âThey donât. Theyâre afraid of her.â I watched as Courtney forged her way into class. Right as she turned, Max stuck his head out the door. And, like always, he wasnât watching where he was going. Instead of looking ahead, his eyes were on the floor. The two collidedâhead-on. It was a major train wreck. The kind where you knew thereâd be casualties. In this case, it was Max.
Courtney gave him a long, cold stare. Her eyes were slits. âWhatâs your problem?â
âSorry. It was an accident,â Max mumbled. He had one arm on the doorframe. It was like he needed it to steady himself.
âWell, you should be sorry,â Courtney said, elbowing him in the gut as she moved past him.
The look in Maxâs eyes . . . I couldnât take it. It was like Courtney had pulled all the lights outâstraight through his pupils. So for the second time in one day, I jumped to Maxâs defense.
âCourtney,â I shouted.
She turned to face me, her hands on her hips. âWhat do you want?â
Be strong, you can do this , I told myself. It wasnât the first time I went head-to-head with Courtney, but it was never fun. She could be vicious. But someone had to stick up for all the people she hurt. And that someone was going to be me. âApologize for elbowing him.â
âNo,â she said, keeping her hands on her hips.
âDo it.â I took a step toward her.
She took a step toward me. âWhoâs going to make me?â
Do not show fear, do not show fear. âI am.â
My heart was on turbo speed. Did I just challenge Courtney Lourde to a fight? I didnât know how to fight. And I didnât want to. I bruise super easily. But I couldnât back