Plan

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Your POV**

I tugged on my skirt, as it was a little tight, and walked to lunch with Melanie. She ran her hands through my hair.

"Pretty," she smiled.

"Mr. Armstrong doesn't seem to think so," I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.

She stayed silent as we reached our steps.

"Hey, Will," Aaron snickered as he passed us.

Calling me a boy, how original.

We took out our lunch as we waited for the rest of the gang. Mikey came over behind Frank.

They stopped in their tracks and began to have a whisper argument. At least, I think it was an argument. They were too far away to tell. Soon, the argument began escalated to yelling and frantic hand movements.

"WELL THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM," Mikey folded his arms and stuck his nose in the air.

Short, little Frank retorted with, "OH, YES IT IS! HOW DARE YOU. YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE, DUMB ASS!"

Melanie and I looked at each other and started to snicker.

Gerard came running up to Frank and Ray sat behind us.

"What's going on?" Ray whispered in my ear from behind me.

"We don't know," I replied in a normal voice.

Gerard put himself between them and a hand on either of their chests.

"Stop it! What's going on?!"

"Joe quit the croquet team because Michael likes Willow!"

I stopped laughing and took in what Frank had said. Mikey dropped his hands from the folded position and his eyes opened wide.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Gerard said, folding his arms now.

"Joe wanted to ask Willow out on a date and he heard Michael talking about how cute and perfect she was so Joe quit! Now we're short a guy! I told Michael he has to choose. The team or Willow."

Yes, they were sorta far away but Frank was speaking so loud, Melanie and I heard every word.

Wait! I have an idea!

I jogged up to the boys and spoke, "I'll join! I'll play croquet! I've played with my grandpa a few times and I'm sure I could handle i--"

"HAH!" Frank started to laugh and hold his side because it hurt from laughing so much.

"I don't see what's so funny," I snarled.

"You know I love you but you're a girl. You can't join," He said, wiping tears from his eyes.

"So what if I wasn't?" I smiled, devilishly.

The boys looked at one another and then back at me.

"Willow," Gerard began, "You can't get a sex change just for a sports team."

"Sex change? What even -- no, Gerard, I was implying that I could pretend to be a boy!"

Their mouths dropped open. Just then, Halsey appeared in her tennis uniform. She had explained to me a few days ago that the only reason she was allowed to do another sport was because she had won awards at her country club so they made an exception to win more awards. Stupid but it was whatever. There was no use in trying to convince Armstrong of anything else.

"Why would you pretend to be a boy?"

"To play on the croquet team! Look, it's an easy plan, I'll learn how to bind, wear jeans, and everyone can call me Will!"

"What about the school records?! They can't just erase Willow and bring in Will!" Frank chimed in.

"That's where we come in, huh?" Gerard asked, hand on his hip.

"Yes," I smiled, widely.

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