Cha Cha asked Jasmine, as the three of us headed back upstairs to our classroom. Lucas trailed a few feet behind. “Franklin?” said Jasmine dreamily. “No! Calhoun, duh,” said Cha Cha. She looked over at me and rolled her eyes. Jasmine’s case of Franklin-on-the-brain was starting to drive us both nuts. “Oh, right,” Jasmine replied, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind an ear. “Yeah.” “So what did he say?” “He’s interested. Especially when I told him that my brother was sure to try for one of the prizes too.” Jasmine had told us that even though they’re best friends, her brother and Calhoun are super competitive. “The worm is on the hook!” crowed Cha Cha. Now all we had to do was get the worm to the bookstore, where we’d unleash the second part of our plan. The four of us were hoping to cut a deal with Calhoun. Private dance lessons with Cha Cha—and a shot at winning one of the prizes—in exchange for getting us into the college library. Would he go for it?
