Winning end, I thought. Spoon lay partially paralyzed in the hospital and Rachel was devastated. Some winning end.
“I still don’t see your point,” I said.
Troy looked at Brandon. Brandon nodded at him to continue.
“You’re like some kind of kid detective,” Troy said. “I don’t know. But I need your help.”
“Help with what?”
“I need you to help me prove that I didn’t take steroids.”
“Me?” I glanced at Brandon and then back at Troy. “You’re kidding, right?”
Brandon said, “Just hear him out.”
“I didn’t do it, Mickey. I swear.”
I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “First off, Troy, I don’t believe you. But even if I did, you’ve been nothing but a bully to me since I arrived. You pick on my friends. You tried to hurt me at practice.”
“I know that. And I’m sorry.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Mickey?”
“What?”
Troy spread his arms. “We’re teammates, right?”
I said nothing.
“This is what teammates do. We help each other. Like family. And, yeah, Mickey, maybe you’ll be the star this year. Maybe you’ll even score more points than me. I don’t know. But you know the team will have a better chance of winning the state championship if I’m on it.”
I shuffled my feet. “This isn’t my business,” I said.
“Mickey, look at me for a second. Okay? Just look at me.”
I did.
“I’m sorry,” Troy said again. “I was getting on your case because you’re new to the school and you’re only a sophomore and, okay, maybe I was jealous. I mean, you just came to this school and you’re this hotshot basketball star and, well, already my girl is spending more time with you than me.”
I was about to comment on that, but Brandon just shook his head at me, signaling for me to let it go.
“So here I am,” Troy said, “asking for your help.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I took a step back. “As you pointed out, your father is the chief of police,” I said. “Let him help you.”
“He can’t do this.”
“Sure he can.”
“I need someone with your skills. I need someone who gets it, who’s part of the team.”
I almost bought into it right then—the idea of team. But then I remembered it all. Troy’s threats, the way he bullied Spoon and grabbed Ema’s laptop, how he had set me up and almost got me thrown off the team, the way he yelled “moooo” and cackled whenever Ema walked by him in the cafeteria.
“I’m sorry,” Troy repeated. He stuck out his hand. “Can’t we start again?”
“I have to go,” I said.
Brandon said, “Mickey . . .”
“This isn’t my battle, Brandon. You kept saying how I get in the middle of these things. This time I’m staying out of it.”
I turned and started down the corridor.
Chapter 13
Brandon caught up to me when I reached the door. “Cold,” he said.
“It’s like sixty degrees out,” I said.
“Ha, ha. I meant the way you just dissed Troy.”
“You’re joking, right? You were there when he whipped the ball at my face. How long ago was that? Oh, that’s right. Last practice.”
“He was jealous. He explained that to you. Don’t you get that at all? You’ve spent your life traveling around. You don’t know what it’s like when you’re in a town like this. Things are just expected of you. And for Troy, well, he’s been the best basketball player in town. His dad’s the chief of police. He had this great girlfriend—and yeah, yeah, I know, you didn’t take her away—but suddenly someone comes in and threatens everything he’s worked for. Don’t you have any compassion at all?”
I thought about that. “He was mean to my friends.”
“Because they’re an extension of you.”
Again with the justifying. “And seriously, Brandon, what can I do anyway? His dad should help him.”
“Troy’s dad can’t help.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” Brandon said, “his dad doesn’t believe him.”
That surprised me. “What?”
“That’s right. Even his own father has abandoned him on this. He thinks his son cheated. Chief Taylor wants to see if Troy can get back on the team in other ways, you know, come clean, say it’s a first offense. But Troy doesn’t want that. He wants his name cleared. He wants the truth to come out.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“There’s something else you should consider too,” Brandon said.
“What?”
“Your teammates, like it or not, think you had something to do with Troy’s suspension.”
“But even Troy said he knew I had nothing to do with it.”
“And maybe he’ll tell the other guys that. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll wonder why you rejected his peace offering and slapped his hand away. Maybe he’ll start to think the rest of the guys are right about you.”
I said nothing.
“You see what I’m saying?”
“I think so. It sounds like blackmail. Help Troy or look like the guy who set him up.”
“That’s putting it too strongly,” Brandon said. “More like, help Troy and look like the kind of teammate other guys want to play with. Look like the kind of teammate other guys respect and look up to and want to be around. Look like the kind of teammate who stands up for his captain, even when it’s hard.”
“Wow,” I said.
“What?”
“No wonder you’re always elected class president.”
Brandon smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. “Help him, Mickey. Help yourself. Help your team.”
And because I’m a complete idiot, I told him that I would.
Chapter 14
Ema did not take it well.
“Are you out of your mind?” Ema asked.
We were entering the lobby of the hospital, heading up to Spoon’s room.
“If you’d just listen a second—”
“Oh, I heard you. You want to help Troy Taylor! Troy Freakin’ Taylor!” She spread her arms. “What, are there no serial killers who need our help?”
“Forget it. I’ll do it on my own, okay?”
“I still don’t see your point,” I said.
Troy looked at Brandon. Brandon nodded at him to continue.
“You’re like some kind of kid detective,” Troy said. “I don’t know. But I need your help.”
“Help with what?”
“I need you to help me prove that I didn’t take steroids.”
“Me?” I glanced at Brandon and then back at Troy. “You’re kidding, right?”
Brandon said, “Just hear him out.”
“I didn’t do it, Mickey. I swear.”
I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “First off, Troy, I don’t believe you. But even if I did, you’ve been nothing but a bully to me since I arrived. You pick on my friends. You tried to hurt me at practice.”
“I know that. And I’m sorry.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Mickey?”
“What?”
Troy spread his arms. “We’re teammates, right?”
I said nothing.
“This is what teammates do. We help each other. Like family. And, yeah, Mickey, maybe you’ll be the star this year. Maybe you’ll even score more points than me. I don’t know. But you know the team will have a better chance of winning the state championship if I’m on it.”
I shuffled my feet. “This isn’t my business,” I said.
“Mickey, look at me for a second. Okay? Just look at me.”
I did.
“I’m sorry,” Troy said again. “I was getting on your case because you’re new to the school and you’re only a sophomore and, okay, maybe I was jealous. I mean, you just came to this school and you’re this hotshot basketball star and, well, already my girl is spending more time with you than me.”
I was about to comment on that, but Brandon just shook his head at me, signaling for me to let it go.
“So here I am,” Troy said, “asking for your help.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I took a step back. “As you pointed out, your father is the chief of police,” I said. “Let him help you.”
“He can’t do this.”
“Sure he can.”
“I need someone with your skills. I need someone who gets it, who’s part of the team.”
I almost bought into it right then—the idea of team. But then I remembered it all. Troy’s threats, the way he bullied Spoon and grabbed Ema’s laptop, how he had set me up and almost got me thrown off the team, the way he yelled “moooo” and cackled whenever Ema walked by him in the cafeteria.
“I’m sorry,” Troy repeated. He stuck out his hand. “Can’t we start again?”
“I have to go,” I said.
Brandon said, “Mickey . . .”
“This isn’t my battle, Brandon. You kept saying how I get in the middle of these things. This time I’m staying out of it.”
I turned and started down the corridor.
Chapter 13
Brandon caught up to me when I reached the door. “Cold,” he said.
“It’s like sixty degrees out,” I said.
“Ha, ha. I meant the way you just dissed Troy.”
“You’re joking, right? You were there when he whipped the ball at my face. How long ago was that? Oh, that’s right. Last practice.”
“He was jealous. He explained that to you. Don’t you get that at all? You’ve spent your life traveling around. You don’t know what it’s like when you’re in a town like this. Things are just expected of you. And for Troy, well, he’s been the best basketball player in town. His dad’s the chief of police. He had this great girlfriend—and yeah, yeah, I know, you didn’t take her away—but suddenly someone comes in and threatens everything he’s worked for. Don’t you have any compassion at all?”
I thought about that. “He was mean to my friends.”
“Because they’re an extension of you.”
Again with the justifying. “And seriously, Brandon, what can I do anyway? His dad should help him.”
“Troy’s dad can’t help.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” Brandon said, “his dad doesn’t believe him.”
That surprised me. “What?”
“That’s right. Even his own father has abandoned him on this. He thinks his son cheated. Chief Taylor wants to see if Troy can get back on the team in other ways, you know, come clean, say it’s a first offense. But Troy doesn’t want that. He wants his name cleared. He wants the truth to come out.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“There’s something else you should consider too,” Brandon said.
“What?”
“Your teammates, like it or not, think you had something to do with Troy’s suspension.”
“But even Troy said he knew I had nothing to do with it.”
“And maybe he’ll tell the other guys that. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll wonder why you rejected his peace offering and slapped his hand away. Maybe he’ll start to think the rest of the guys are right about you.”
I said nothing.
“You see what I’m saying?”
“I think so. It sounds like blackmail. Help Troy or look like the guy who set him up.”
“That’s putting it too strongly,” Brandon said. “More like, help Troy and look like the kind of teammate other guys want to play with. Look like the kind of teammate other guys respect and look up to and want to be around. Look like the kind of teammate who stands up for his captain, even when it’s hard.”
“Wow,” I said.
“What?”
“No wonder you’re always elected class president.”
Brandon smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. “Help him, Mickey. Help yourself. Help your team.”
And because I’m a complete idiot, I told him that I would.
Chapter 14
Ema did not take it well.
“Are you out of your mind?” Ema asked.
We were entering the lobby of the hospital, heading up to Spoon’s room.
“If you’d just listen a second—”
“Oh, I heard you. You want to help Troy Taylor! Troy Freakin’ Taylor!” She spread her arms. “What, are there no serial killers who need our help?”
“Forget it. I’ll do it on my own, okay?”
