The Great Greene Heist: List 2

Once she had her bearings, she made her way to the front row and sat down next to Fiona.

He tapped his note cards against the podium.

It was meant to be a snide comment, but Mr. Pritchard decided to answer the question. “The bylaws also allow the administration to aid the Honor Board in the election process,” he said.

Gaby glanced at Keith’s thin, wiry fingers. She almost expected him to be hiding a shocker in his palm.

A shadowy figure had paused in the doorway. The lighting was low, but Gaby could just make out a red tie against a white shirt as the figure slipped through the exit.

He proceeded toward her, his feet silent against the red plush carpet.

He suppressed a groan as soon as the words left his mouth. He hadn’t had a real conversation with Gaby in four months, and all he could think to talk about was pollen?

His hair was matted on one side of his head, and his clothes looked like he’d slept in them.

Jackson twirled his pencil between his fingers, taking in Keith’s haughty smile and monogrammed shirt.

“But they won’t let just anyone in, even if you’re a legacy student. You have to have impeccable grades, hundreds of hours of community service, and outstanding extracurricular activities. I’ve got basketball and debate and the Gamer Club on my resume, but in order to seal the deal, I need to hold a position that shows leadership and responsibility and crap like that. And nothing looks better on an application than Student Council president.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this just to get into some snobby high school.”

“It’s not snobby. It’s prestigious. And that’s not the only reason I want to be president,” Keith said with a smirk.

He hoped she meant something like “boys named Jackson” or “boys who are tall,” but he suspected her generalizations implied something else.

He poked, pried, jimmied, shimmied, swore at, and shook the lock, using every trick he knew and a couple he made up.

He was still trying to crack it when he saw Dr. Kelsey, Keith, and a couple of Keith’s minions approaching the main office door.

Katie had dumped Keith two weeks earlier, the day after the Blitz at the Fitz. The day after he had tried to blame the blowout on her.

Katie had dumped Keith two weeks earlier, the day after the Blitz at the Fitz. The day after he had tried to blame the blowout on her.

Although it hadn’t yet worked with Jackson Greene, Dr. Kelsey always noticed how Jackson twisted in his chair and watched the door. He assumed it unnerved Jackson at least slightly, being in a room with an imposing authority figure such as himself.

Although it hadn’t yet worked with Jackson Greene, Dr. Kelsey always noticed how Jackson twisted in his chair and watched the door. He assumed it unnerved Jackson at least slightly, being in a room with an imposing authority figure such as himself.

Even though he wanted Kelsey to investigate the Student Council elections, he didn’t want to explicitly name Keith or Stewart or anyone else. Rule Number Four: Never rat. No matter what.

“I’m sure she would. That’s why we have elections, so the student body can make the choice for themselves.” He pulled at the lapels of his very snug jacket.

Now wasn’t a time to be normal. Now was a time to be infamous.

Jackson had just described the greatest heist in the history of Maplewood Middle School. A heist that not even Jackson’s brother would have been brave enough to attempt. A heist destined to live in infamy—if they could pull it off.

Jackson had just described the greatest heist in the history of Maplewood Middle School. A heist that not even Jackson’s brother would have been brave enough to attempt. A heist destined to live in infamy—if they could pull it off.

“We are venturing where few have gone before.”