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those for me?” Angel cried. He made a grab for them. “Probably from my mother back home. Or maybe my big sister, Honey Goodeboy. Or maybe my other sister, Angelcake Goodeboy.”
    Belzer pulled them away from him. “They’re not for you,” he said. “They’re for Bernie.”
    I took the flowers and sniffed them. “Well, of course, they’re for me,” I told Angel. “From one of my many admirers.”
    I carried them into my room. The guys followed me. “I know who they’re from!” I said. “April-May has finally come to her senses. She’s crazy about me! Look at these flowers. Awesome! I knew she’d finally wake up.”
    I found a small card inside the paper cone. I pulled it out. My fingers trembled as I started to open it.…
    Were they really from April-May?

Chapter 12
T RAITORS
    No. They were not.
    I took Feenman and Crench aside. “I forgot,” I said. “I ordered these flowers. From that store we passed in town—Flowers ’n’ Junk.”
    They squinted at me. “You ordered flowers to give to yourself ?” Crench asked.
    â€œNo.” I whispered because I didn’t want Angel to hear. “They’re for Mrs. Heinie. I’m gonna give them to her after dinner tonight.”
    â€œHuh?” Feenman said. “Why?”
    â€œI’ve got to win her back to my side,” I said.“Maybe she’ll believe me when I tell her that Angel is really a devil .”
    â€œBut he’s not a devil,” Crench said. “He gave us free candy bars.”
    â€œHe’s a good dude,” Feenman said. “Check out how he’s feeding the dog.”
    â€œBut it’s MY dog!” I cried. “And MY candy bars.”
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    â€œANGEL IS A GOOD BIRD!”
    Lippy squawked.
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    â€œANGEL IS A GOOD BIRD!”
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    â€œHas everyone turned traitor?” I cried.
    Feenman and Crench headed back to their room. Angel and I were alone. I set the flowers down on my cot. Angel was feeding Gassy dog biscuit after dog biscuit.
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    BRRRAAAAAP.
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    â€œEew! He stinks! He stinks!” Angel gasped, holding his nose.
    â€œThat’s why we didn’t name him Flowers ,” I said. It was a joke, but Angel didn’t laugh.
    He tossed the empty dog biscuit box to the floor. “Bernie, who is this April-May June you were talking about?”
    â€œShe’s my girlfriend,” I said. “Are you going to give her a box of dog biscuits, too?” Another joke. Angel didn’t seem to get jokes.
    He stared at me. “Your girlfriend?”
    â€œOnly she doesn’t know it yet,” I said.
    He nodded. I could see his little brain spinning. “Maybe I can help you,” he said.
    Uh-oh.
    â€œHelp me?” I replied.
    â€œI owe you a favor,” Angel said, “since I ACCIDENTALLY got you into trouble with Headmaster Upchuck this morning.”
    â€œYeah. Accidentally,” I muttered.
    â€œGirls all like me,” Angel said. “They think I’m cute and cuddly. Maybe I can get April-May to go to the movies with you.”
    I shook my head so hard, my ears rattled. “No way!” I shouted. “Don’t even think about it!”
    I took a few angry steps toward him. “I’m warning you—stay away from April-May.”
    He pretended he didn’t hear me. “I’ll give it a try,” he said. “That’s what best friends are for—right, good buddy?”

Chapter 13
G OOD B UDDY
    The next afternoon was gray and cool. I felt a few raindrops on my head as I walked across campus.
    Where was I walking? I didn’t care. Sometimes taking a long walk helps me think. And I was thinking hard—about guess who?
    Yes. My new best friend. Only, when it came to Angel, I spelled friend P-E-S-T.
    A few minutes before, Angel had stopped me in front of Rotten House. “Hey, good buddy. I talked to your