As I went to my classes, I noticed the Gray twins heading my way. They didn't look too happy.

Noah and Nathan Gray look almost identical but were fraternal twins. Unless you know them, you can't tell them apart. If you call them by the wrong name, lookout. Noah was taller than Nathan.

They had turned seventeen and were juniors in high school. They were also a pair of pain in the asses and liked to hassle me. They also had a temper.

"Well, hello, boys," I said.

"Don't hello, us," Noah said.

"We know you were the one who started the rumor," Nathan said.

"I don't know what you mean." I feigned ignorance and the fifth.

"Cut the crap, Maggie. We know you told those two big-mouth friends of yours that we're gay," Noah said.

"Gay? I didn't know you were gay. Well, that explains so much."

"This isn't funny, Maggie!" Nathan said.

"Oh, well, I would rethink your lifestyle choices." I pushed past them with a smile on my face.

The twits shouldn't have eaten all the breakfast and let me walk to school.

The twins were as evil as the others, if not worse. Their specialties were pranks. When I first arrived, they had tossed all my underwear in the yard. So, I got even and put itching powder in their boxers. It gave a new meaning to jock itch. We went back and forth the past two weeks I had been there.

To see the look on their faces was priceless. Revenge was so sweet.

At lunchtime, I was having lunch with Kat and Marcy when someone slammed their hands on the table. We saw the Gray boys standing there with Nixon front and center, glaring at me.

"What can I do for you, boys?" I asked.

"I will give you two seconds to take it back and tell everyone the truth," Nixon said.

"Or what?" I stood up and placed my hands on the table.

"Or we'll tell everyone you're a little secret," Noah said.

"What secret?"

"The one about you having the hots for a certain Bryson Tilson." Nathan looked at Noah. "That is that dork's name, right?"

"Yep," Noah said.

"You wouldn't?"

"We would," Noah said.

Nathan nodded his head.

I had to think for a moment. Do I tell the truth, and the Gray brothers still have something to hold over my head? Or do I try another tactic? I tapped my fingers against my lips. Plan B it is.

"Okay." I stepped on the seat of the table. "Attention, everyone! I have to be truthful about the Gray Brothers! They are not gay! I repeat, they are not gay!" I looked down as they looked smug. Then I added to it. "But they have an STD! A nasty one! They call it the Clap!" I looked down as their jaws hung open. "Tell Bryson. It's not like any girl will touch you with a ten-foot pole now."

"Oh, this is war," they declared.

"Bring it on, boys," I snapped.

Yep, war has been declared between the Gray Brothers and me. That should be interesting.