cried.
As they walked down Ridgewood, then turned onto Quincy Street, Alex told Ava everything she knew, which she soon realized wasnât much.
âDoes this mean you guys are a couple?â Ava asked
âI donât know,â Alex admitted.
âSo is it just the two of you at the movies? Are other people going?â Ava asked.
âNo clue,â Alex admitted. âDo you think other people should go too?â
âDefinitely. Especially if you have this all wrong and he thinks youâre going to the movies as friends,â Ava said.
âWhy would he think that?â Alex demanded.
âIâve gone to the movies with Corey, Xander,and Kal, and I am sure not going out with any of them,â Ava said.
âThatâs different,â Alex said, as they turned onto another street. âYou went to the movies as a football team.â
âAll Iâm saying is we never go to a restaurant without you pulling up the menu online, analyzing every option, and knowing what youâre going to order before we even get there. It just seems odd to me that you donât know what kind of date this is or if it is a date,â Ava said.
Alex slowed. Ava was right. How could she not know all this?
She loosened her grip on the leash and fumbled in her coat pocket for her phone. It didnât seem to be there. She mustâve left it in the house. âUgh, I need to text Emilyââ Alex let out a shriek as a rabbit jumped out from a nearby bush and Moxy lunged after it, yanking the leash from her hand. With it flapping on the pavement behind her, Moxy raced down the street after the rabbit.
âMoxy! Stop!â Alex screamed.
But Moxy kept moving at top speed, intent on catching the rabbit.
âCome back!â Alex cried, as she and Ava started to run too. Moxy cut through lawn afterlawn and zigzagged down unfamiliar streets. They chased her across backyards until she disappeared behind a cluster of trees.
Alex ran as fast as she could, gasping for breath. âWhere is she?â
âThere!â Ava cried. She pointed, and Alex glimpsed Moxy heading for a street behind the trees. She heard a car horn beep.
âOh no!â Alex cried.
Avaâs body reacted to the car horn as if it were the starting gun at a race. Leaving Alex far behind, she burst forward and sprinted faster than sheâd ever run on the football field.
Moxy! She had to get to Moxy before . . .
She spotted Moxy on a lawn, momentarily startled by the noise. Her dog stood, panting, alongside the curb. The rabbit was long gone. Ava didnât bother to yell. She flung her body and tackled Moxy from behind, grabbing her collar with her hands. Moxy squirmed, but Ava held on tightly, rolling over in the grass.
âHey, girl, hey, girl,â she repeated. âIâve got you.â
Alex reached them and grabbed the leash.Then she waved to the woman in the stopped car. âThanks so much! Sorry âbout that!â The woman cautioned them to be careful, then drove off.
Ava stayed on the ground curled around Moxy, catching her breath. âIâm glad I was wearing sneakers.â
âYou saved her.â Alex sat with them.
Ava looked around. âWhere are we?â
âSomeoneâs yard?â Alex gazed around, disoriented. âI donât recognize these houses.â
âMe neither.â Ava stood and whirled about. âShould we call Coach to come get us?â Ava asked.
âI donât have my phone, remember? Besides, if we called him, weâd get in trouble. We promised we wouldnât leave our block. We just need to retrace our steps,â Alex said. âI think we should cut through this yard. Iâm pretty sure we came from the street behind this house.â She led them up a narrow driveway. A row of thick, high hedges bordered the backyard.
âAre you sure?â Ava asked. Sheâd never been great at directions.