The Allegra Biscotti Collection

This must be what it’s like to be a real fashion designer, Emma thought as she followed Charlie and her dad out of her studio and turned off the light: Hurrying and waiting. A million ups and downs. Times when everything was going right and then it…wasn’t. Wondering what people would think. Hoping that someone would love what she created as much as she did.

Now there was nothing she could do—no sketching, no sewing, no snipping—but wait.

Chapter 15 Surprises

“Did you hear from her yet?” Charlie asked Emma when he saw her in the hall after sixth period a couple of days later.

“No! No text message or voice mail from Paige. Nothing. The photo shoot supposedly happened yesterday. What do you think that means?” Emma asked. The silence was driving her crazy. Was it good silence, or was it bad silence?

Charlie shrugged. “Who knows?”

Emma sighed. “It’s just been such a weird week, you know? I was on this awesome high right after delivering everything to Madison. But between not hearing anything from Paige and avoiding Holly, I’m just feeling kind of out of it. Plus, spending every afternoon studying for the Western civ exam is just not as much, I don’t know, fun as being Allegra.”

“I could’ve told you that, little Miss Split Personality,” Charlie said.

“It’s just so weird between me and Holly, standing next to each other at our lockers and not talking.”

Frustratingly, “Hmm” was all Charlie could muster. For Charlie, Allegra was fascinating and fun. Emma’s schoolgirl drama…not so much. She got that she would have to tackle the friendship crisis on her own.

The more she dissected their awful fight, the more she realized that she probably held a lot of the blame. Monday had been a bad and stressful day, and her head had been in Allegra mode, not in Emma mode. Not a choice time to get into it with Holly. Maybe she had overreacted.

What she did know, she decided as another day of mutual silent treatment came to a close, was she wasn’t ready to throw away twelve years of the friendship over Ivana or some guy she didn’t really know. Some guy who Holly didn’t appear to be going out with either, which Emma realized was odd after all of that gossip.

Maybe everybody was wrong, and Holly had been telling the truth. She knew Holly. Holly might be a bit caught up in this whole popularity thing, but she most definitely was not a mean, vengeful person.

There must be something I can do to fix this, Emma thought. And soon enough, inspiration struck. She would stitch their friendship back together.

The next day, Emma asked Ms. Lyons for a bathroom pass during world history. Rerouting to Holly’s locker instead, she spun the combination on Holly’s padlock that she had memorized that first day of school—22, the floor that Holly lived on, 18, the floor that Emma lived on, and 37, the reverse of the street Holly lived on.

Emma opened her own locker, pulled out a package wrapped in gold tissue paper and tied with a wine- colored silk cord, and slipped it inside Holly’s locker. She had thought about leaving a note but, in the end, decided not to. Holly would either accept the gift as a peace offering, or she wouldn’t—but she would definitely know who the package was from and what it meant.

And so Emma spent the rest of the afternoon waiting. Waiting for Paige. Waiting for Holly.

After school, Emma approached her locker as if on tiptoe. Holly was already there, methodically pulling out notebooks and dropping them into her bag. Had their fight been bigger than she thought? Emma wondered.

Holly’s body language did not look warm and inviting. Was Holly rejecting her gift—and her friendship? Maybe Emma had gotten so wrapped up with Allegra that she hadn’t realized how bad things had truly gotten with Holly.

She twirled her lock, her body feeling as if it was teetering on five-inch spike heels. She couldn’t seem to get her balance.

“This is pretty awesome.” Holly’s voice was low, almost a whisper.

Emma turned slowly. Holly held up the T-shirt Emma had sewn for her the night before. It was a riff on the patchworky-collage design Emma had made out of the vintage music band shirts a few weeks earlier.

Emma had sewn a patch out of an old Bazooka gum T-shirt onto a new Swedish cotton long-sleeve crew- neck shirt. And using thick, pink embroidery thread, she had painstakingly embroidered little circles—bubbles—in random spots all over the shirt.Holly allowed a small smile and then looked down.Emma shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, not knowing what to do next.“I’m sorry,” she finally said.“Me, too.” Holly smiled widely now.

“You know, Jackson and I aren’t a couple,” she added. “That was just a nasty rumor.”

Emma nodded. “I figured that out. A few days too late…”

“Can I explain what really happened at Kayla’s on Saturday night?” Without waiting for answer, Holly continued. “The minute Jackson got there, Lexie started throwing herself at him. It was crazy. So I sort of butted my way in to distract him, so she couldn’t completely sink her claws into him. That way you’d be able to talk to him when you got there.

“I knew you didn’t really want to come to the party, so I didn’t want you to show up and then find Jackson off in a corner with Lexie. But then you never came, so yeah, I guess he and I ended up hanging out most of the night. But it was only so Lexie wouldn’t. All we did was play Guitar Hero. That’s it. Nothing happened between us.”

“But what about all the things people were saying?”

“People are idiots,” Holly replied. “What’s worse is that my friends thought I’d do something like that. Even Ivana and the girls believed what they heard. It didn’t matter that they were there and saw for themselves that nothing happened. Em, nothing happened. I would never do that to you.”

“I know that,” Emma said quietly. “I really, really do. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain. And I’m sorry for not coming to the party and for not even letting you know that I wasn’t. It was totally rude of me. I wanted to come—I really did—but it turned out to be a crazy weekend. My parents found out that my grades, well, stink, and they grounded me. And you know my mom. She’s like the homework police. Going to a party was not happening.”

“You were grounded? That’s it?” Holly sounded relieved, almost happy. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I thought you didn’t come because you didn’t like me anymore.”

“You made such a big deal about me coming to the party, so it was hard to…” Emma wasn’t sure how to finish. She didn’t want to upset Holly again.

“I guess I just missed us,” Holly admitted.

“Me, too,” Emma agreed. “Look, I’m sorry about Ivana and the girls getting mad at you, especially because you were looking out for me.”

“No, you’re not,” Holly said with a half smile.

Emma laughed. Holly was right. She wasn’t all that sorry about that part.

“But no worries. I spoke to Ivana, and she spoke to Lexie, so we’re all cool again,” Holly said.

“Oh, um, good,” Emma said.

Holly unwrapped a fresh piece of sour green-apple gum and popped it in her mouth. “You know, it used to be so great when it was just you and me. But I really like Ivana and the other girls, too. But I’m not totally clueless, and I know you don’t like them.”

“Maybe we just have to figure out how to be friends, I don’t know, differently than we did before,” Emma suggested.

Holly nodded. “Definitely, because I really hate the other option, don’t you?”

“Totally,” Emma agreed. She couldn’t imagine her life without Holly. Holly knew all of Emma’s secrets—well, almost all of them.