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is it?”
    “I’m not sure, but Wes’s brother asked us to meet him at the back of the gym door.”
    My eyebrows shot up. Johnny was smiling, but then again he always smiled.
    “Let’s go,” Seth said rubbing his hands together, his eyes dancing.
    “It’s a prank. It’s okay,” Johnny said playfully . “Would I lead you wrong?”
    Wes motioned us to the door. “Let’s go,” he said.
    Ben, Charlie, Seth, and I looked at each other for about one second , deciding whether or not to blindly follow Wes before he sealed the deal by asking us the perfect question: “How often do seniors ask to hang out with you? “
    It was a no-brainer, because b esides being a senior , Wes’ brother was star quarterback on the varsity team. We were going.
    Wes stopped at the door and turned to us. “Nick said to wear your
    hoodies .”
                  We all snagged our jackets and threw them over our heads.
    And that’s how I “jumped off another bridge , ” as my mother would say.

 
LMAO
    It was dark , and since we ended up in the back parking lot with only one car parked nearby , things felt pretty much deserted. Drew Banes, a nother senior football player, stood by the back door of the gym looking up while holding a broomstick over his head . About six or seven of his teammates hovered nearby pointing at it and snickering . They were trying to stifle their laughs but not doing a very good job of it. Whatever they were looking at must have been hilarious, because half of them were bent over holding their stomachs.
    “It’s stuck,” Drew hoarsely whispered between snickers. “Look at it! It’s stuck!”
    In the dark I could see a large, white soda cup pushed over the camera which was mounted outside the back gym doors.
    “How did you do that?” someone asked.
    Drew tried to talk, but he was laughing too hard. “I had it…taped…to the stick.” He held up the end of the broomstick. Pieces of something, which I figured was tape, flapped in the breeze. “The tape…fell off. The cup stayed stuck…all by itself!” Everyone snickered again.
    “ Shhhh !” someone whispered loudly. “They’ll hear us!”
    “It’s perfect!” Nick laughed. “They’ll never know. Let’s get to it.”
    “What are we doing?” Ben asked me, putting his hood up, his voice low and hesitant.
    I had no idea, but whatever it was , we were part of it now. I put my hood up too.
    “C’mon, Wes,” Nick instructed, trying to keep his voice low. “Bring your ladies with you. You,” he pointed to Ben, “are on door duty. Get ‘ em open and lock the center bar in the up position. When we’re done, bring the bar down and close the doors. Men,” he said, pointing to the lone vehicle in the lot, “ we’ve got a car to move.”
    Ben eyes filled with wonder as a slow smile spread across his face. “I’m on it!” He and Nick bumped fists.
    “The rest of you, follow me.” Nick couldn’t help himself from looking up again. “Great job on the camera, Drew!” He shook his head and this time we all laughed, quickly covering our mouths so we wouldn’t be heard. I followed the football team, a senior glacier of giggles, across to the parking lot towards the lone car and realized with deli ghtful horror it was Mr. Perkin s ’ old, yellow Beetle.
    “Mr. Perkin s ’ baby,” Seth whispered. “This is perfect.”
    “How heavy do you think it is?” someone asked.
    “There’s about ten of us,” Charlie pointed out. “We should be able to handle it.”
    “Drew, you and Charlie take the front,” Nick ordered. “Chris and Justin, get on one side, Tom and Mike get on the other. Everybody else fill in. Andy,” Nick waved me over. “Come back here with me. Grab it. Now, on the count of three, lift!”
    Drew began laughing again , which was so contagious we all had to start over.
    “We have to be quick and quiet. No laughing. This is serious,” Nick ordered , still snickering.
    “At least for the next fifty feet,”