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Chapter 33 - Eavesdropping

Pinky's POV

The Library was almost as plain as the Auto-shop had been on the unfortunate occasions I had been forced to take Shop. There were no oil paintings of famous ancestors on the walls, no ornaments unless you counted the heavy, leather-bound books the two of us were hidden behind, not even curtains to dim the glaring afternoon light.

"This is so demeaning." I sighed, peering from behind the bookshelf.
"Shush, Pinky. Do you want them to see us?" pleaded Gord in a ridiculous fake accent. Honestly, of the billions of things I could be doing, I'm stuck with this idiot! We all know he's american.
"Gord, we're the only people here with an ounce of class or dress sense. Do you really think we don't stick out anyway?"
"Well, at least we look better by comparison. Anyway, if you'd rather tell Derby that we were caught..."
"Fair point. Now shut up, or they'll hear us!".The moment I finished my sentence, a certain nerd blundered into the library, closely followed by her friend.

"Are you looking forward to your date?". He sounded more excited by the whole thing than she did.
"It's not a "date", Cornelius, just a meeting between friends." she explained for what was probably the umpteenth time, judging by her martyred expression.
"Sure... A meeting between a boy and a girl while no one else is present, on the beach, at night..."
"As friends."
"A friend you just happen to like...".I didn't need to look at Beatrice to realise that any blood in the nerd's body had gone straight to her cheeks.
"All right, I'll give you that, but that doesn't make it a date any more than sharing the bikes after the tagging last week. How did you get enough paint to write "Duplicitous neanderthal" on Harrington House last week, by the way?"
"Why you -mph!" Gord was cut off by my hand. Even if the slur was underneath his window, it wasn't worth getting caught for.
"Quiet!" I ordered silently, my heart racing- what innocent reason would a prep have to be in what was now enemy territory, especially when there was now a huge bookshelf in Harrington House?The blood froze in my veins as Beatrice stepped towards us.
"Did you hear something, Cornelius?" she asked, stepping towards our hiding place.
"Don't go off topic. You can't avoid telling me that easily, my girl." the drama-loving boy teased, pulling a book off the shelf off one of the huge shelves.
"There's nothing to tell. Johnny owes me an explanation..."
"And he couldn't explain in front of us?"
"I don't see why not, but someone thought otherwise."
"I don't see why this date is a problem. Don't you like him?"
"I... yes, of course I do. But like I said, it isn't a date." she repeated in a tone a little too defensive to be believable. Instantly afterwards, the door of the library swung open with a groan.
"Tell him that, then." Cornelius challenged, his eyebrows raised slightly

Sure enough, none other than the greaser strode into the library, looking almost as conspicuous as us as he made a beeline for the two nerds.
"Um... Hi, Johnny. W-What brings you here?" Beatrice managed to stutter out. "Oh, pull yourself together, woman!". The greaseball didn't seem much better; his brown eyes focused on Beatrice as though they'd never seen another human being before, his hands were shoved in his pockets, and it seemed that Beatrice wasn't the only one having problems stringing a sentence together.
"Hi Bea. I, um... I was wondering if tonight was still on?"
"Um, I don't see why not. Is eight by the school gates still good for you?"
"Er... yeah, that's great! See you then..." he allowed his sentance to drift off before scurrying out of the library like a frightened animal. Smirking, Cornelius turned to the gangly nerd.
"He sounded happy..."
"Don't you say a word, Cornelius. Are you coming to the Observatory?"
"Why not? I don't need to meet Vance until seven."
"Are greaser/nerd relationships the new thing for poor people to do or something?"

A few minutes after they left, I stepped out from behind the bookshelf to make a beeline for the door.
"What do they see in each other?" I wondered aloud, happy to be speak at normal volume now they were gone.
"Well, they're both loyal, both trash and both like inflicting pain on preps, so you can pick anyone of those. Whatever it was, Derby will be very pleased to hear the effect they have on each other." he replied. As we approached the House, where my involuntary fiance was stood outside, a strange, sinister expression on his face.

"Why do I get the feeling that a quiet night is out of the question?"

Derby's POV

The broken lights outdoors winked at us as we leaned against the front wall of Harrington House. The evening breeze shook the tree blossoms furiously, causing some of the leaves to fall dying to the floor. For once, even my fiancé seemed happy in my presence, if only because she'd had plenty to tell her mindless cheer-leader friends. Glancing at each of my friends to check that everyone was there, I began checking the details yet again.

"When did you say, Tad?"
"Eight o'clock tonight, Derby."
"Perfect. From what Pinky has told us, it's vital to ensure tonight is... memorable for those paupers. Gentlemen, you all need to get yourselves to the beach house tonight, because if their little outing goes smoothly, then things are going to hit the proverbial fan for us." I ordered before explaining in detail.

Once I had finished, there was a moments of silence to allow questions.
"So, basically we're going to spend tonight committing sabotage?" Bif clarified, smirking in the knowledge of the greaser's impending misfortune. Grinning, several ideas ran into my head, none of them pleasant from the grease-ball's perspective.
"Exactly."