As it turns out, betting Spot Conlon that you can throw your shoe higher than him is not a good idea. Spot, Albert, and Jojo were snickering. I could hear it through the bookshelf. Mrs. Jones was stalking over, her shoes clicking hard. She must have heard the bang. It wasn't a shocker; it had echoed over the entire library. My shoe hit the roof.

"Where is Antonio?"

I ducked back, hiding behind the gold and blue letterman jacket, and the books on the French revolution. Mrs. Jones was staring down her pointed nose and horn-rimmed glasses at Spot. He was grinning cheekily. He had a way of winning over women. Old or young. It worked incredibly on the girls in our school. He'd smile at them and they would fall over. Combine fantastic grades and one of the best football players in the school; it was a recipe for popularity.

Albert and Jojo were the same, but while Spot was more smart jock, Albert and Jojo were players, both football and with girls.

I stepped back a couple of more bookshelves. I turned down another aisle, about to head out of the library, only to bump into Darla O'Connell, a cheerleader.

She smiled. "Did you get in trouble with Mrs. Jones again?"

I shrugged, smiling. "It's a talent."

"You must be the only person in this school who can get the librarian mad."

"I pride myself on it," I paused for a second. "You know, since you're head cheerleader, and I'm the team captain of the baseball team, most people have been saying we ought to get together."

Darla smiled, her cheeks tinging pink. "Really? Well, are we going to give the people what they want?"

I smirked. "I don't know, but I'm willing to try it out. How's tomorrow? Cabery Cafe?"

"I'll see you there." She spun around, her yellow skirt flying out as she spun.

I smiled at her back as she moved out of the library. Spot, Albert, and Jojo came up behind me.

"We best get out of here before Mrs. Jones spots you. You'll be in detention for a week. That's the second time you've skimped her on detention. One more and you'll be off of the football team." Jojo warned, his brown eyes gleaming.

I grinned at him, slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Fine then, worry bug, let's get out of here."

I stepped forwards, falling into step next to Spot, Albert and Jojo following on our heels. All four of us had our matching letterman jackets, the purple and golden the colours of our school. Pulitzer High Kings and Queens.

We had a fifty-year rivalry with a school across the city, named Queens Private High School. The Queens High Eagles. It was great and all except my twin sister went there. She was just as in on the rivalry too though.

A hand grabbed the back of my collar and I let out a small groan as I was yanked back.

"Where are you four off too so quickly?"

I turned to look at Mr. Pulitzer, the principal of the school. His smile was somewhat crooked.

"We have classes to go to." Spot smiled at him, running a hand through his dark brown hair. His eyes were gleaming.

"Really? Because I just got a call from Mrs. Jones, saying you four were causing quite the disturbance,"

I let out a groan as Albert piped up. "You aren't going to kick us off the team, are you?"

Mr. Pulitzer smiled bigger. "Now there are two ways we can do this. One, all four of you get detention for two weeks and are off of the football team this season," He eyed us all as we squirmed. "The other option is, we have a school coming to stay with us for the next four months, until Christmas. Their school is getting renovated and they need somewhere to learn. We are the only high school who can afford to accommodate them for that long. They are arriving on Wednesday, and I would be willing to let the detention and football removal slide if you would be greeters and hand out locker assignments since they will be sharing. You'll be with the leadership kids-"

Jojo let out a small groan. "The leadership kids are snobs."

Mr. Pulitzer gave him a look and he shut up. "Which choice?"

"The second one." I groaned. The three boys behind me let out mutters of agreement.

"Excellent. Be here by 7:30 on Wednesday."

"Wait? Mr. Pulitzer? Which school is it?" Spot asked, pausing briefly.

"Queens High."

The resounding groans and eye rolls were enough to get a harsh glare from Mr. Pulitzer.

~~~

Jennifer was swinging her legs so they hit mine. She'd kick me, and I'd kick her back, mock-glaring and sticking our tongues whenever our parents looked away. Her hair was pinned up with a bow. In all the rush I had forgotten that she was attending Queens High and would be coming to our school.

Our mother, the very epitome of class, turned to look at Jennifer. "Jenny? I got a call earlier from your principal, Mr. Roosevalt. He said that your school would be transferring to Anthony's?

Jennifer kicked me one last time, nailing me so hard in the calf with her oxford shoes, that I cursed under my breath, avoiding my father's gaze when it snapped to me.

"Yes, our school is getting some renovations and with the year just starting they are just going to swap us over to Pulitzer High for a couple of months. It'll be good, we can get all their secrets."

I rolled my eyes. "You won't be taking any secrets."

She smirked. "That's what you think."

My father pushed up his glasses, a frown gracing his face. "I pay good money for Jennifer's education. She better still be getting that education."

I refrained from rolling my eyes a second time, mild jealousy rising. My father was obsessed with getting Jennifer into a good college.

"I sure I will be Dad," Jennifer replied. She glanced up at the clock. "I have to go, Laura and I are heading out."

"What time will you be back? And where are you going?" My father demanded. My mother let out a sigh, standing up and clearing the plates.

It was Jennifer's turn to roll her eyes as she hooked her jacket over her arm, and scooped up her bag. "I'll be back by midnight and we are just going to hang out with a couple of friends."

"Midnight? On a school night? And will any boys be there?"

Jennifer let out an annoyed sigh behind my head. "Fine, eleven, and yes, boys will most likely be there Dad. I'm going to be late."

She walked quickly down the stairs, getting out of the door and outside before he could ask any more questions. I snickered at his face.

"I can't believe she's going out with boys. If one of them touches her I will break their hands."

Mother rolled her eyes, coming over to grab glasses. She squeezed my shoulder and I smiled up at her.

"It'll be exciting to share your school though!" She led the conversation off on a tangent. "Do you know who your locker mate is?"

I shook my head. "I don't. We get them on Wednesday."

"I hope you get someone good."

"Me too."

~~~

"I still cannot believe that Queens High has to come here, we will be getting a whole bunch of private riches here. This year is going to suck." Spot complained, running a hand through his slick hair, he had just run from home.

"Hey, at least you'll finally meet my sister." I offered.

Albert scoffed. "I bet she's ugly, that's probably why you've never introduced her to us."

"Jennifer is not ugly. She looks like my mother."

"So she's got wrinkles?" Jojo teased.

I gave him a harsh look. "You'll see."

Albert laughed. He had been teasing me about Jennifer non-stop since Monday. I would take insults about myself, and my father, but not my mother or sister. They were off limits.

We walked past the line, past the long group of people. Jennifer was standing with a scarlet-haired girl--That must be Laura--and four or five boys. One was bothering Laura, and another stood with his arm around Jennifer. I raised an eyebrow. She did keep some secrets from father then.

"Here goes the daily grind." Jojo murmured, stepping behind the table, a few leadership kids around.