I’m trying to talk to you, and you keep spacing out. What’s your deal?”
Shit.
Oliver’s parents have been in the long process of adoption. For about two years, they’ve talked about adding on to their family. I know this because I spend ninety percent of my time at the James’ residence. Bridgette and Robert are practically parents to me, so I know how big today is for them because they’re finally signing papers to get some pre-teen they’ve spent time with for a while now.
He tries tricking me by darting left, but my reflexes are better. I easily block him and steal the ball. “Why aren’t you with them right now?”
Managing to get the ball back, we battle it out until he gets a shot in on me. “It’s not like I haven’t met the girl before. They tried fostering her once before, remember? But something fell through on their application, so they settled for us meeting her in stages.”
I grunt. “Still think you should be there.”
He shrugs, glancing at the clock. “I’ve got a bio test today that I actually studied for. They understand.”
Coach has been on his ass about keeping his grades up, because the ten-week progress reports showed a less than stellar grade point average. Anyone getting a sixty-five or lower in any class has to sit out on games. It’s school policy.
When we realize the bell is going to ring in less than five minutes, we head to the storage room and toss the ball back on the rack. “What’s she like anyway?”
“Quiet.”
My brow quirks.
He shoves the locker room door open. “I don’t know, Rhett. She’s not very talkative, even when my parents asked her questions about herself. Her social worker had to fill us in any time we met.”
Sounds normal given the circumstances. I’m not keen on opening up to strangers about my personal life either.
“What’s her story?”
He splashes water on his face. “Not sure. Mom and Dad didn’t really fill me in on why she’s in foster care, just that she doesn’t have anybody else to take care of her.”
I just nod and wait until he has his books before we walk out into the hall as the bell rings. Crowds of high schoolers swarm the narrow hallways leading to the different wings of Freemont High. It’s not a big school by physical size or number of enrollees considering we’re