"Smaa-allls!" Race crowed as he sailed into the main office, Davey heading into the smaller office off to the side to give a betting pool to Sniper. The dark haired woman held up a hand to shush him while continuing her phone call.

"Okay, thanks. I'll let Evan know. Buhbye." She place the phone back on its cradle. "Wadaya want, Race? That day is almost over!"

"Which is precisely why I wanted to talk to you now, Smalls dear."

"I am not your dear."

"Nope. You're Spot's." Race said matter-of-factly. Smalls blushed.

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are not!"

"Am too! Ugh! Racetrack Higgins! You're such a child!"

"I know, isn't it great?" Race smirked, leaning against the tall desk. "I have something for you."

"What? If you say a kiss, I'm going to slap you."

"If I kissed you, Spot would hurt me worse than a slap."

"I'm not dating the janitor!"

"Sure, Smalls. It"s not a kiss, anyway." He slid a copy of the bets to her. "Let's keep this on the down low." He whispered. "I'm not sure our ESTEEMED PRINCIPAL WOULD CARE FOR THIS PARTICULAR ADVENTURE!" He grinned at her as he shouted.

"What particular adventure would this be, Mr. Higgins?" A smooth voice said from behind him. Race turned to see the principal leaning on the doorframe to his office.

"Ah, Lester. Glad to see you heard my announcement." Smalls facepalmed. Race grinned at his old friend, who was almost a replicate of his older brother. He passed a betting pool over, and Les looked it over with interest.

"Jack likes Katherine? When did this happen?"

"Probably since her first day, but this bet started today. Spot bet on the party, Dave hasn't decided yet, and Smalls hasn't spoken. Davey is talking to Sniper now." Les smiled.

"Well if it's passed Davey's inspection, I suppose I won't shut it down." Race laughed, slapping Les on the back.

"Thatta boy, Mini-mouth." Les took a copy of the pool, looking it over.

"Well… I don't think it'll be the party. Too obvious. They'll try to hide it for a while, if I know Katherine. Maybe...hmm." Les scanned the whole thing over again. "Ten bucks on February break."

"Okay…" Race marked Les down just as Davey came out of Sniper's small side office, laughing over his shoulder at something the woman had said.

"Snipes is placing on…" Davey trailed off when he saw his brother talking to Race. "Uh… hey, Les."

"Hiya, Dave! Whatcha betting on?" Davey visibly relaxed at his brother's joking, satisfied that he wouldn't be getting in trouble for being part of the bet. Les had always been a slightly unorthodox principal, willing to joke around with and become friends with the teachers and some of the older students. He was a genius, only twenty-four to Davey's thirty-two, but extremely smart for his age and very capable.

"Uh… I haven't decided yet."

"Oh. Well I bet on February break."

"I'll go for… after that long weekend in January. They'd admit it then." Smalls interjected.

"Oh! That's what Sniper said!" Race nodded and wrote the two latest bets down.

"Mouth, you gonna bet now, or do you wanna wait until I've got the rest of them?" Race looked at Davey expectantly, then switched his gaze to Les as he thought of something else. "And do you know where I can hang this where Plums won't find it? I don't want her to find it and get the wrong idea, you know?"

"I'll wait," Davey said. "And I need to get back to my classroom to set up for a lab next period. Find me when you've got more bets, or I'll find you when I've made up my mind."

"And you can hang it in supply three." Sniper poked her head out of her office to speak. "That has nothing for an English teacher, just science and history with a few artsy kind of things." Race nodded.

"Or in my-" Smalls's phone on her desk rang and she held up a hand to silence the conversation.

"Okay… when did this happen? Okay… yep… I'll tell him… okay… buh-bye." She hung up and looked at Les. "Luke Stingle is coming down. He started another spitball war." Les sighed.

"Right. Well, have a good vacation, you guys. See you at the party!" Les walked back into his office, shaking his head. Race grinned at Smalls.

"See you later, Smalls. I'll tell Spot you say hey." Smalls blushed and swatted her friend.

"I am not Conlon's girl!" Race laughed and walked out of the office, heading out to find the other teachers who might take part in the bet.