I slam my lunch tray down in front of him intimidatingly and give him an evil grin.

“Aiden. What’s up?”

“Uhh… nothing Spencer,” he shrugs. “Just eating.”

“Not up to anything…scandalous?” I probe.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I say quickly. “So tell me, have you seen that girl I was looking for?”

“Yeah. No. Haven’t seen her. ‘Fraid not,” he says, shoveling food into his mouth trying to disengage conversation.

“How do you remember? I mean, that was almost a month ago.”

His face turns pale and his chest rises and falls quickly.

“Just a good memory, I bet?” I say, unbelief evident in my voice.

He nods instantly.

“Riiiight.” I’m finished playing good cop bad cop. The truth has been revealed. I grab my tray and walk behind him, giving him a hard farewell slap on the back. “See you around, buddy.”

The next day, Madison met up with me to discuss when we were going to excecute the plan.

“After school, definitely. If we do anything during school hours, we run the risk of getting caught. Our best bet is to do it around five-ish then wait for the sports teams to find him around six.”

“That’s perfect! Then all of his basketball buddies will be able to see him, too!”

Seventh period is when we begin our plan.

“Alright everybody!” Ms. Davies yells. “Get into your football groups because we’re going to start playing games today.”

A few minutes later, Madison, Ashley, Ty, his boyfriend and Iare waiting on the field, waiting to play.

“I have a roster here,” she says, waving a sheet in her hands. “Team 1 versus team nine, team 2 versus team 8, team 3 versus team 7. The other teams will alternate in for the losers. After you pick a captain who will be your ref on the games you sit out, you may begin.” She blows her whistle.

“Let Spencer be captain,” Madison suggests. No one objected, which was perfect. I would make sure to ref Aiden’s game and give his team hell.

Our team, team 2, was against team 8 and (surprise surprise) Aiden was on that team along with two ditzy cheerleaders and a couple of his jock friends.