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news.
    The good news: Jennifer clung to Wes Updood like a mop on a dust bunny. She followed him everywhere, smothered him with smoochy kisses—and tackled him to the ground whenever he tried to get away.
    What a hoot!
    Wes was trapped—and I was free .
    And that’s the bad news: I was free. No girl had asked me to the party. I had two cartons of stuff tosell. How could I unload it if I didn’t have a date?
    Of course, I still hoped April-May would come to her senses and ditch Sherman. But I couldn’t count on that.
    Why weren’t girls lined up to ask me? I never like to brag. But I can’t tell a lie. Who is the most popular dude at Rotten School? Answer: Bernie B.
    Suddenly I knew what the problem was! I just had to let the girls know I was free….
    I ran into Flora and Fauna, the Peevish twins, outside the library. I flashed them my most adorable grin, the one with the dimples.
    â€œDon’t fight over me, girls,” I said. “I know you both want me for the All-Nighter. But I don’t want to start a battle between sisters. Why don’t we just flip a coin?”
    â€œWe already asked Feenman and Crench,” Flora said.
    I patted their heads. “Don’t feel bad. I know you’re disappointed. Maybe next time.”
    Sharonda Davis was in the Student Center, playing Ping-Pong with a red-haired girl named Georgia Pines. Sharonda is a tough Ping-Pong player. Herserves flew twenty feet off the table. And poor Georgia had to chase after the ball.
    â€œSharonda,” I said, “all those terrible, gross things you said about me. That was just your cute way of saying you like me—right?”
    â€œI asked Joe Sweety to the party,” Sharonda said. She slammed the ball into the next room.
    I chased after it with Georgia. “You don’t know me,” I said. “But you are probably dying to ask me to the party.”
    â€œI asked that cute friend of yours from your dorm,” she said.
    â€œCute friend?”
    â€œYeah. Nosebleed,” she said.
    I grabbed the ball and tossed it to her. “Huh? Nosebleed? But he always gets a nosebleed before parties. What if he can’t go?”
    â€œHe promised me he wouldn’t,” she said. “He’s going to plug up his nose with duct tape just in case.”
    Good plan.
    I slumped back to my room. This was getting serious .
    Steam poured out when I opened my door. Belzerwas ironing my shirts. “Not too much starch,” I said. “You know I have very delicate skin.”
    Belzer nodded. “No problem, Big B. I walked your dog, and I watered your plants.”
    Good kid, Belzer.
    â€œDo you have a date to the All-Nighter?” I asked him.
    Belzer nodded. “Yeah. Patti Kakes asked me.”
    My mouth dropped open. “Patti Kakes? But that girl chews on her braids all the time. And she LICKS her textbooks!”
    â€œSo what?” Belzer said. “She asked me.”
    I sighed and dropped onto my bed. Belzer had a date, and I didn’t.
    What should I do? I needed a plan— and I didn’t have one!

Chapter 17
J ENNIFER C HANGES H ER M IND
    SHOULD STUDENTS BE ALLOWED TO BRING LAPTOPS TO CLASS?
    That was the question the Rotten School Debate Team was arguing. They were debating a team of three kids from Easter Bunny Prep.
    The debates are a big deal. All of us fourth graders have to go to them. We piled into the auditorium and took seats way in the back so we could goof around and talk and take naps.
    I glanced at the stage. The three kids on our team were Sherman Oaks, Wes Updood, and GeorgiaPines. They were looking through their notes, getting ready to debate. I saw Jennifer Ecch in the front row, blowing kisses to Wes.
    Sherman started the debate. He walked to the front of the stage and held up a shiny silver laptop.
    â€œMy new laptop has a solid chrome body,” he said. “That’s so I can see myself as I type on it.” He held it