Jess shook his head hopelessly. “It wouldn't take her five minutes to find out who squawked.”
There was a moment of silence while they both considered what Janice Avery might do to anyone who reported her to the principal.
“We gotta get her without her knowing who done it.” “Yeah.”
Leslie chewed away at a dried apricot. “You know what girls like Janice hate most?”
“What?” “Being made a fool of.” Jess remembered how Janice had looked that day he'd made everyone laugh at her on the bus.
Leslie was right. There was a crack in the old hippo hide.
“Yeah.” He nodded, beginning to smile. “Yeah. Do we get her about being fat?”
“How about,” Leslie began slowly, “how about boys? Who's she stuck on?”
“Willard Hughes, I reckon. Every girl in the seventh grade slides to the ground when he walks by.”
“Yeah.” Leslie's eyes were shining. The plan came all in a rush.
“We write her a note, you see, and pretend it's from Willard.”
Jess was already getting a pencil from the can and yanking a piece of notebook paper out from under a rock.
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