A/N: I HAVE REVIEWS!

I am so happy you cannot BELIEVE!

Here is the list of people to whom I am very thankful:

Lanekimfan

Lailah Hoshi

GeoJany

Angel-del-los-muertos

Disclaimer: I still don't own Recess or any of the characters, nor will I ever in this story so this disclaimer applies to all of the chapters before when I forgot to write it and beyond if I forget again.

In short, don't sue me.

WARNING: This chapter has some swearing and so may not be suitable for younger readers.

Well, I wont keep you in suspense any longer! (Even though it is oh so fun ) so here it is, chapter 12!

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The rest of the day went by incredibly slowly. Every time I turned a corner I would see TJ, Vince, Gretchen, Mickey and Spinelli peering at me from behind an upside-down maths book. To be honest I was surprised of how determined they were to spy on me at every opportune moment. Even when I asked Grotke for the bathroom pass Vince jumped up from his desk to follow me and when we arrived, started grinning at me oddly from the next urinal. If I hadn't of known what they were doing I would have felt even more uncomfortable then I did. Thankfully, I knew, and bit my tongue for the rest of the day.

The bell.

Was there ever a sound so sweet? I greeted it by punching my fist in the air and sprinting out of the classroom. I was so relieved that I could go home and sleep; too much stuff had happened today to handle. I was almost at the door to taste the crisp air of freedom, when I was stopped in my tracks by a giant tube of lipstick.

Well, at least that's what she looked like; a tube of lipstick with a pair of gangly arms and legs. On closer inspection I saw it was Gretchen, with a horrifying shade of pink sprawled on her lopsided jaw.

Eww…

I gave her a smile that you give to someone who had fallen asleep in a dumpster; one with a mixture of disgust and fear that they will come near you. Sadly, she did come near me; she dragged me into the nearest classroom and kissed me hard on the lips. After I had fiercely spat on the lapel of my coat and wiped the lipstick stain with my sleeve, I grumpily asked her what she wanted.

'I need to talk to you silly!' she giggled, shoving me lightly on the shoulder. I gave a dumpster smile again and brushed the patch of coat that she had touched.

'What about?' I said through gritted teeth. Gretchen scratched her blemished chin with a haphazardly red painted nail as she pretended to think.

'Hmm well I don't know. Maybe just the fact that the league is THIS close to getting uncovered and you are spending your time going to people's houses and messing around!'

'FINGERS WAS DEAD!' I screamed at her, 'WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO!'

She took a step back and rolled her eyes, 'sweetie, I just need you to be around. If not for the league then…for me.' She took my hands in hers, and looked up at me pleadingly. So now she was claiming that I cared about her more than Fingers! What a delusional bitch.

Sorry, I'm tired.

Although to be honest I didn't care about her at all anymore, there was only one reason I was helping her and that was she was the link to the person who killed Fingers.

I slid my hands from hers and discreetly wiped them on the inside of my coat.

'Ok fine, what do you want me to do?' I said, shaking my head with a heavy sigh. Gretchen grinned, stretching her lips until they met her ears and her teeth stuck out at an abnormal height. 'Oh snookums I knew you would help! Well, I just got a call from Ashley and…well…there is some bad news.' I couldn't help but look over her shoulder at all of the kids filling out of school, wishing I were with them.

'Honeybuns are you listening?' she demanded, grabbing me hard at the arm.

'Ow! Yes!' I said, shaking her off and checking to see if my coat was damaged. I shrugged it further onto my shoulders as she continued, 'well…the rest of the league found out about Menlo, Principal Prickley and the rest of the school board and decided to get rid of the last shipment.'

I looked at her oddly, 'Gretchen, that's good! The more trails we can get rid of the better' I said, sliding slowly onto a desk.

She looked at the floor and chewed her lip anxiously with her bucktooth, before hurriedly taking my arm again and marching me out of the classroom.

'Follow me,' she ordered, even though there was very little else I could do as her hand was clasped onto my coat. She dragged me through countless corridors and down the stairs until I found myself stopping in front of a door. Before I could ask why we were here, she pointed to the sign on the door.

'Room 51,' she read out. I wasn't sure what to think, the pale kids were only customers of the league when they wanted a little 'pick-me-up' for conventions, and that wasn't for another 2 months.

'Gretchen, what's going on?' I said sternly. She sighed and looked at me apologetically.

'Gretchen…'I said, with more order. She rubbed her eye behind her glasses and looked at me uncomfortably, as if she was a child caught skiving school.

'Open the door,' she mumbled. I gulped and reached my hand towards the door handle, feeling the cold metal as I grasped my hand around it. The lock opened with a squeak, which was joined by the slow squeal of the hinge.

I stood in the doorway, horrified by what I saw in front of me. I clasped my hand on my hair and squeezed in despair.

Shit Gretchen, what have you done?