those rickety plastic chairs from another table, but chances were Iâd break it. I looked around desperately for the sturdiest unoccupied chair I could find, and thatâs when I noticed that every table within a twenty-foot radius was packed with kids just staring at meâand not with the usual curious, whatâs-hegonna-eat-today glances, but openly gawking.
Oh my God. The password didnât work. They know it wasnât a prank.
My eyes moved from table to table until I realized they werenât just staring at me. Their eyes were swiveling back and forth from me to another corner of the cafeteria. I looked to that corner and saw the strangest thing of all.
There was my bench, parked at the circular table of JeremyStrong and his minions. It took up one whole side of the table, the ends sticking out awkwardly beyond the tableâs curved edges. Parked on each of those ends were Trent and Parker. Parker was bouncing up and down on his end, trying to convince Trent that they could make it rock like a teeter-totter, but Trent wasnât listening; he was distracted by something.
He was waving hard, trying to get somebodyâs attention.
Wait
. I looked over both of my shouldersânothing behind me. He was trying to get
my
attention.
âButter! Butter, man, over here! We got your bench!â
I moved slowly, aware of all the eyes following me. âWhatâs going on?â I asked.
Parker slapped a spot in the middle of the bench. âHave a seat!â
Trent gestured around the table. âWe all moved your bench over so you could sit with us.â
On the other side of the table, Jeremy folded his arms across his chest and muttered, âWe didnât
all
move it.â
âAh, so you got overruled,â Parker shot back. âQuit your crying.â
I hesitated. Was it a trick? Had they rigged the bench to break out from underneath me? Seeing Trent and Parker play seesaw on the ends of the bench, though, I pushed that thought away and racked my brain for other potential deceptions.
âWell, why wouldâI mean, I just donât understââ
âOh my God, dude! If youâre gonna sit, just sit!â Jeremy huffed.
âHey! Stop being a dick.â The way Trent sliced into Jeremy made me wonder who was really in charge of this group.
Finally, I took a deep breath and sat. The bench held beneath me, and I let out the air Iâd been holding in. I couldnât be sure, but I thought I heard the sound of a hundred other sighs behind me, from kids all around the lunchroom. Apparently, I wasnât the only one suspicious of the bench. But now I was on it, and the only thing that had shaken loose was the tension.
The boys around the table visibly relaxed, and Parker gave me that now-familiar smack on the back. âSee, Trent? I told you heâd sit with us.â
Trent shrugged at me. âWasnât sure. Thought maybe youâd think it was weird.â
âWell, what
is
the deal?â I asked.
âNothinâ, man. We just, yâknow, thought you might not want to sit alone.â
âYeah,â Parker said. âThat, and we want to know whatâs on the menu.â
âThe menu?â I peeked inside my padded cooler. âJust some cold leftovers.â
âNo.â Parker lowered his voice. âThe
menu
.â
âOh.â
Oh!
So thatâs what this was about.
âWell, IâI havenât really decided.â God, this was uncomfortable.
Parker leaned in close. âI put down a twenty that says you wonât go for the crickets.â
âA twenty? What? Are you
betting
?â
âNice, Parker. Real subtle.â Trent rolled his eyes and dug into his lunch.
âEverybodyâs betting!â Parker said.
âThen put me down for fifty that he doesnât go through with it at all,â Jeremy spoke up.
I fought the urge to throw something at Jeremy and said to Trent and Parker
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