She Stole More Than Just a Base

Chapter 11 Alaska's POV

I'd gotten lost in my thoughts until I heard a faint whistle. I looked around, but couldn't find where it was coming from. I resumed watching the sunlight grow faint and the moon brighten. A blanket of darkness was beginning to cover the sky. I heard a voice whisper, "Alaska!"

I turned whipped my head around quickly and climbed to the roof on the front of the house. I saw two figures standing there. I could barely make out their facial features, but I could tell it was Squints and Yeah-Yeah. "What are you guys doing here?" I whispered angrily.

"We need help with this thing," Squints said.

"Yeah yeah, for summer school," Yeah-Yeah added.

"Or else we can't go to to the eighth grade," Squints said.

"Yeah yeah," came Alan's signature line.

"I guess, but I'm not all that bright," I warned.

"S'okay," Squints said.

"Yeah yeah, you're probably smarter than us," Yeah-Yeah agreed.

"Okay, what do you guys need help with?" I asked them.

They looked at each other and Yeah-Yeah smiled shyly. "Reading," he said sheepishly.

My eyes widened and I held my breath. "I can't," I said quickly.

"Why?" Squints questioned.

"I just can't, okay?" I exhaled. Yeah-Yeah opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off and said, "I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but that's beyond my abilities. You should ask Scotty or something. He's probably a Poindexter, maybe even Timmy."

"Okay, thanks," Yeah-Yeah said solemnly.

"Shut up Yeah-Yeah, you can't just give up," Squints said.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Smalls won't help us," Squints said. "We made fun of him earlier and he's butthurt about it."

"What'd you do to him?" I asked.

"We made fun of him because he has the hots for someone," Yeah-Yeah said awkwardly.

"Real nice guys," I said sarcastically. "Go ask Timmy."

"Fine," Squints said, turning around and walking away with Yeah-Yeah.

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Squints' POV

"Fine," I told her walking away with Yeah-Yeah.

Once he and I were a few houses down from her's I whispered, "You're never gonna get her man," to Yeah-Yeah.

"Yeah yeah, but I'm gonna try anyway. I just need to know that not all pretty faces have ugly hearts, especially after Olivia," he whispered back.

"Aw man, that was bad what she did to you," I said and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Whatever, let's just go to Timmy's."

"Okay," I agreed. "Race you?"

"Nah, I'm not feeling real good right now."

"Aw c'mon," I pleaded.

"No."

Knowing Yeah-Yeah and how competitive he could get I smirked and yelled "Ready, set, go!" and started running.

"Oh you're dead meat Palledorous!" Yeah-Yeah yelled running after me. I smiled when he passed me by. He was pretending to be some announcer and we finally arrived at the Timmons' home panting. We looked at each other and laughed. "You won because Alan McClennan never misses," I chuckled.

"Don't call me that, I hate my name," Yeah-Yeah said. Then he added, "And I nope, I never miss. Not even when the ladies leave the seat down."

"Alright, who's knocking on the door?" I asked.

"I knocked last time, plus she doesn't like me," Yeah-Yeah said.

"She doesn't like me either."

"Yeah yeah, but she hates me more."

We were talking about Mrs. Timmons. Poor Timmy and Tommy had a square for a mom. She was all of the boys in our neighborhood's worst nightmare. But, she did buy Timmy and Tommy a treehouse, which they share with us.

I took a deep breath and walked to the door. I looked back at Yeah-Yeah and said, "You get your jollies out of this because she's worse than The Beast Jr." Even though he wasn't the one knocking, I could tell he was scared stiff. I rapped my knuckles against the door and waited.

We heard the door unlock and watched someone from inside turn the knob. We braced ourselves to hear Mrs. Timmons' high pitch screech.

But it wasn't Mrs. Timmons...at all.