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girlfriend,” he said.
    Huh? I felt a heavy rock form in my stomach.
    Angel patted me on the shoulder. “She said she’ll go to the movies with you. No problem.”
    I opened my mouth in shock. He didn’t let me say anything. He clapped a hand over my mouth.
    â€œDon’t thank me,” he said. “You’re my good buddy. You know I’m always happy to do you a favor. Gosh and golly. You’re my best friend. Please—don’t thank me.”
    I didn’t thank him. I didn’t know what to say.
    Did he really talk to April-May? Did she really say she’d go with me to Movie Night?
    I continued my walk, thinking about it. I barely noticed the raindrops. I wasn’t even watching where I was walking.
    Suddenly—“OWWWWWWW!” I let out a scream. I hit the ground hard, tackled from behind.
    A heavy weight fell on top of me, pinning me to the grass.
    â€œGuess who?” a voice said.
    I didn’t have to guess. I knew it was Jennifer Ecch.
    Jennifer Ecch, the biggest, strongest, toughest, tackling-est girl in school. I call her Nightmare Girl.
    She jumped up. Then she pulled me to my feet and dusted me off. “Hi, Honey Face,” she said.
    â€œ Please don’t call me Honey Face,” I begged.
    She tenderly smoothed back my hair. With both hands! She smoothed so hard, hanks of my hair came out!

    Do you know how embarrassing it is to be in fourth grade and have a girl totally in love with you?
    â€œJennifer, why are your hands so sticky?” I cried.
    She grinned. “I was eating a candy apple, Sugar Nostrils.”
    â€œPLEASE don’t call me Sugar Nostrils!”
    She hugged me. I heard at least eight ribs snap. “Of COURSE I’ll go to the movies with you!” Jennifer boomed. “You didn’t have to send that new kid to ask me.”
    She hugged me tighter. I couldn’t breathe. Didn’t she see that my face had turned blue? “Sweety Neck, why didn’t you ask me yourself?” she said.
    My mouth dropped open. My eyes rolled around in my head. My ears rattled again. “Excuse me?”
    â€œThat cute new kid. Angel,” Jennifer said. “He said you wanted to ask me to Movie Night. He said you were too shy to ask me yourself.”
    I clamped my eyes shut. Angel got me again!
    Jennifer covered my arms with sticky, candy-apple kisses. Rain started to pour down on us. Jennifer didn’t seem to care. She didn’t stop till my arms were totally sticky and wet.
    Finally I slithered out of her grasp and slunk away.
    I had to find Angel.
    I told you—I’m a talker, not a fighter. But I kept clenching and unclenching my fists as I trudged through the pounding rain.
    I was soaked by the time I reached Rotten House. My shoes squished as I climbed the stairs to my room. Oops. I mean, OUR room.
    Angel was hunched over my computer. Probably deleting more homework of mine.
    I burst into the room, shaking off water. “YO!” I let out an angry shout.
    He turned. His smile faded quickly. “Bernie? What’s wrong?”
    I took a deep breath. Calm, Bernie. Gotta be calm .
    â€œWhy did you invite Jennifer to the movies for me?” I asked, clenching my teeth.
    He wrinkled up his face. “Who?”
    â€œJennifer Ecch.”
    He slapped himself on the forehead. “You mean that wasn’t April-May? I got the wrong girl?”
    I gritted my teeth harder. Steam poured out of myears. “Yesssssss,” I hissed. “You got the wrong girl.”
    â€œOh, my gosh and goodness! My bad!” Angel said. “I’m new here. I was only trying to help. I really thought she was April-May!”
    I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Sure.”
    â€œI WAS BAD! I WAS BAD!” Angel screamed. He stood up and started to bang his head against the wall.
    THUD! THUD! THUD!
    â€œI WAS BAD! I WAS BAD!”
    I leaped across the room and grabbed him. I tried to pull him away from the