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adjusted her hair, which was overloaded with frangipanis. ‘It is sweet of you to say, Max, but the students worked very hard.’
    Max had on her sweetest smile. Now it was time to go in for the kill.
    â€˜But Ms Peasley, a good performance comes from love, and it is your guidance that has brought us that love.’
    For a terrible second, Max thought Peasers was going to hug her.
    â€˜Yes, well, I always say a school that sings together grows together. Why, just last week I was at a seminar on fostering a harmonious playground and I –’
    â€˜Actually, Ms Peasley, I need to go or I’ll be late for class.’
    â€˜Of course. It’s always a pleasure talking to such a conscientious student.’
    Max turned and walked down the corridor. She never thought she’d ever be this happy to go to maths.
    After Max had explained she was late because she was talking to the principal, she sat down, took out her books and looked around. There was the same old Monday morning sleepiness over everyone’s face, but Max noticed something else. Toby was missing. He hadn’t made it to class. Maybe he got caught up in whatever it was he had to do. Or maybe he was in trouble. She couldn’t gethis sad face out of her head, and the memory of those seconds when she knew he’d wanted to say something but didn’t.
    Something was wrong. She wasn’t sure what or, more importantly, why she even cared. Mostly Toby did all he could to prove he had an oversupply of annoying genes, but there was also their mission in Hollywood he’d snuck onto where he actually seemed halfway decent. 3 Even though Spyforce had erased his memory of the mission, something had changed between them. Something Max wasn’t comfortable with at all.
    At recess, she found herself standing in the middle of the playground like a spindly tree in need of watering.
    â€˜Why am I doing this?’ she muttered out loud.
    She walked over to Toby’s friends, who were dividing up food from what looked like a post-tuckshop frenzy. As a firm rule of survival, Max never approached these guys, but when she did, it gave her the feeling of being thrown to a hungry pack of lions. Lions, of course, are much better-looking.
    â€˜Any of you guys seen Toby?’
    They stopped and stared, small glimmers of excitement replacing their scavenging scowls. Suddenly the possibility of a Max session was more exciting than chocolate and chips.
    â€˜Why do you want to know were Toby is?’ Josh was always the acting leader when Toby was away.
    Max gave Josh a withering stare. She knew this had been a bad idea. ‘I just want to know if you’ve seen him.’
    â€˜Maybe she wants to kiss him?’ This was Zack. If you gave Zack and a monkey a maths test, they’d get the same results.
    â€˜Yeah. Yeah. Kiss him,’ they all chorused, and then broke into hyena-like laughing. Max tried to stay calm.
    â€˜I need to tell him something.’
    They weren’t listening. Toby’s friends never did. They loved the sound of their own voices too much to listen to anyone else.
    â€˜Maybe she wants to be his girlfriend.’ It was Zack again.
    An angry shiver rattled through Max’s bones. She could feel her temper curdling into a bitter word-fest she wasn’t going to be able to stop.
    Josh had this slimy smile that Max wanted to plaster with mud. ‘Or maybe she wants to marry him?’
    That was it. Max took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes into two threatening slits. ‘And maybe you’ve got cow manure for brains.’
    â€˜Ooooh!’ They hooted like excited owls, happy that Max had taken the bait.
    â€˜And maybe you …’ Josh began but Max walked away, trying to block out their insults, as they pretended to spray the air for lovesick germs and sang songs about Max and Toby sitting in trees kissing. She could have stayed and fought it out but she had other things to worry