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Chapter Eight: A Traitor Among Peers
The next day at school, Gus was terribly late for class, and was hurriedly trying to grab the right books from his locker. He raced down the hallway to his first hour class, but stopped to silently tiptoe past Prickly's office–hoping he wouldn't hear him.
Instead of Prickly hearing Gus, Gus heard Prickly. He sounded like he was talking to someone on the phone. Curious, he crouched down and listened in.
"Yes, yes, I know," Prickly said. "It's genius isn't it? That crazy auditorium and gymnasium has been in need of a new air-conditioning for almost three years now. By forcing those seniors to have graduation here, I'll finally have a decent excuse to make the School Board pay for some new air conditioning. Plus, if graduation is here at school, it will have to be on Friday, not Saturday. Meaning an extra day of golf playing this year!"
Gus gasped. Prickly was using their class as an excuse to get air- conditioning? And he only wanted it at Ronald Reagan Auditorium so that he could play golf on Saturday? What a really lame guy!
Gus was about to sneak off and leave, but he heard a very familiar voice respond to Prickly's remarks. Turns out he WASN'T talking on the phone after all...
"Pure genius, your Prickliness," the whiny voice of Randall Weems stated. "And I'll be sure to keep you posted on what those nasty classmates of mine are up to."
"Excellent, excellent, no wonder Miss Finster liked you so much, Randall," Prickly replied. "Now, you'd better be going onto class now, and keep doing a good job."
Gus quickly darted into the boy's room before Randall came out of Prickly's office and headed back to his first hour. Gus waited about five more minutes before coming out himself and going on his way. He just HAD to tell the guys about this!
"RANDALL?!" T.J. and the gang shouted while they were all once again at Kelso's.
"Yeah, he's keeping Prickly updated on all of our activities," Gus explained. "Probably so Prickly can stay one step ahead of us."
"That does it," Spinelli said angrily, crumpling her coke can. "I say NOW is the time to show the town what that no-good rat is up to."
"Yeah, I call class meetings every Monday at around six," Sammi stated after taking the last sip of her milkshake. "At my house is fine. And parents are welcome to attend."
"Parents?" Vince groaned. "What for?"
"He-llo, we can't do this alone," Sammi told him. "We need some adult supervision and guidance and stuff."
"I'm all for that, we need all the help we can get," T.J. responded. "Let's shut Prickly down."
Whoa, so Prickly's admitted his reasons behind exploiting the gang's graduation plans, with Randall's help! What will the kids decide at the meeting? Find out in the next chappie!