Finally! Eli thought when the teacher put her hands together and said: “It’s time for group work. Get together in two-man groups and discuss the questions in your study book.”

Eli walked in a straight line and slammed the palm of her hands against Chet’s table. “Hey, hey, let’s work together.”

Chet rubbed his scar-crossed eye. “Whatcha want?”

Eli straightened MW’s note and placed it in Chet’s hand. Chet pushed his other hand’s finger into his nose, twisting it around. It felt like an eternity before he raised his head again. “And whatcha need that for?”

“Can’t tell.”

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Chet let out a deep chuckle. “Seems you don’t know my policy, new fella.” He dried his finger free of the green bogey on his shirt and leaned forward, grabbing Eli by the collar. “I’ll get anything for anyone so long they tell me what they need it for.”

Eli clenched her fist, about to strike him and add another scar to his eye. She thought about it for a second, but she had better not do it. Sure, it’d be fun, but it was more fun breaking out of here.

“I had no idea!” Eli clasped her hand around Chet’s shoulder. “Hey, I’ll let you in on the secret.”

Then, she leaned in and whispered in Chet’s ear.

Chet smiled. “This should get interesting.”

“Now you can see why it’s important,” Eli said. “Can you get ‘em tonight?”

“You’re underestimating me.” Chet glared straight ahead. “Six p.m. sharp.”