Pritchard says. âIâll check the coin.â
âIâll check it with you,â Mr. Fish says. Before Mr. Pritchard can move, Mr. Fish has turned aside the desk so they can both stare at it.
âItâs tails!â Mr. Fish hollers.
âAre you sure itâs tails, because it looks like it could beââ
âItâs tails,â Mr. Fish says. âTails, definitely.â
Once weâre seated again, Mr. Fish says, âWeâre happyto host Groove It Up. I think youâll find that Winstonâs auditorium is quite sizeable and can easily accommodate both schools.â
Mr. Pritchard smiles, although it looks like the effort might kill him. And Iâm pretty sure I hear him mutter something about âsnobby private school kidsâ before he says, âThank you.â
A girl from American RiverâMontana, I thinkâwho has beady black eyes, slicked-back brown hair, and really chubby cheeks says, âWe have a list of things weâll need from you as the host school.â She looks expectantly at Justin, whoâs staring at the fire alarm, looking like he wishes someone would give it a good pull. Then, with a disgusted grunt, she picks up Justinâs clipboard and says, âEach act from our Talent Team has a list of needs.â
âYou had tryouts already?â I ask.
âWe had them last month. Our students have been perfecting their acts for the last several weeks. Youâd better prepare yourself.â Montana regards our team coolly. âWeâre through accepting second place. The concert and the spot on Good Morning, Maple Oaks are ours.â
âOh yeah?â Melinda says. âWell, thatâs just too bad, because our school has quite a nice collection of trophies. And weâd like another one.â She wrinkles her nose atMontana like she smells something rotten. âThose are nice cheeks you have there. Shouldnât you be somewhere else right now, storing up nuts for the winter?â
Mr. Fish tells Melinda sheâs out of line, but no one listens to him. Montanaâs cheeks swell even larger, and she says something equally nasty to Melinda, which is followed by a cutting remark from Jenna. Then both teams are standing up and yelling, except for me. And for Justin, whoâs leaning forward trying to get my attention.
âAll right, thatâs enough!â Mr. Fish hollers. âThis meeting is now over!â
I ignore Justin and leave the classroom, barely hearing Melindaâs and Montanaâs voices as they continue trading insults. I pull out my phone and send Kelsey a text.
Iâm on my way. I NEED to talk to you. Right now!
Fifteen minutes later Iâm standing in front of Kelseyâwhoâs lying on her bed, propped up on a sea of hot-pink throw pillowsâfeeling like a chastened general giving a bad report to her queen.
âLet me get this straight,â Kelsey says, settling back under her red quilt. âJustin, the guy you were going on and on about last night, is American Riverâs PlanMaster?â
I nod, and blink several times. Every time I walk into Kelseyâs room, I feel like I need sunglasses. Last year she decided to decorate her room in bright shades of red and hot pink, saying they were her power colors. Iâve never told her this, but personally I think it looks like a valentine upchucked all over the place.
âIt gets worse.â I tell her all about the meeting and how her brilliant plan to feature the cheerleading squad has been crushed.
When Iâve finished, Kelsey throws a pillow at me, which I catch. âThatâs just great, Polly. The next time you decide to blab your business to a random guy at the mall, do me a favor? Make sure heâs not your competition.â
âDid you know?â I toss the pillow back at Kelsey, which she catches.
âDid I know what?â
âThat giving the cheerleaders multiple slots in