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dance. And my little bubble of excitement has just become the size of a hot air balloon.

Chapter 6
    “Oh My God,” Sophie says. She’s so shocked she’s forgotten to pronounce it “Eoi Moi Gawd”, the D4 way (it’s their fave expression). Mills makes a squeaking noise, like a strangled mouse.
    I just grin from ear to ear.
    Clover’s on fire. She’s snaking her body like a professional. Her pale blonde hair is flying around her head, lit up by the multicoloured lights like a moving halo. She shimmies her hips and rakes her shoulders backwards and forwards to the music.
    Clover loves dancing. When she was younger she used to spend hours in her bedroom every night, wheeling and spinning until she was dizzy. One night she jumped off the bed (practising a star jump) and landed awkwardly. Gramps was in the living room below at the time and he thought there’d been an earthquake. Clover’s ankle was so badly sprained he had to bring her to casualty. They bandaged it up and gave her crutches. She couldn’t walk properly for weeks. It’s a shame she’s tone deaf ’cos she would have been brilliant in
Grease
or
Mamma Mia!
    Even Brett is staring at Clover. Mainly at her legs. She’s crouching down now and pumping her arms to the beat, every muscle in her calves and thighs tight as she balances in a low squat. Then she jumps up and dirty dances up and down the dark-haired boy’s body, a wicked grin on her face. After the initial shock he gets really into it, pressing his body against hers, his hands holding her waist. They look amazing together. Brett’s eyes are stuck to them like Velcro.
    Mills nudges me in the side. “I’d love to be able to dance like that.”
    “She’s probably had classes.” Sophie sniffs.
    “You’re just jealous,” I say, “because Clover’s so cool.”
    “Yeah, whatever,” Sophie snaps.
    I smile to myself. Clover is getting under Sophie’s skin. Excellent.
    As I watch, Brett starts to dance right beside Clover and the surfer. Eventually Brett grabs his friend’s shoulder and says something to him. The dark-haired boy stops dancing, excuses himself to Clover and walks towards the bar.
    Clover and Brett stare at each other, their faces only inches apart. Clover’s face is shiny from dancing and her chest is heaving. She licks her upper lip with the point of her tongue and Brett’s mouth falls open. Clover begins to dance again, slowly at first. He joins her and they look incredible together. The floor clears around them as everyone watches. I’ve never seen anything like it – it’s like something out of
Step Up
or a raunchy version of
High School Musical
.
    “Did you see that, Sophie?” I ask her. I can’t help myself.
    Sophie says nothing for a moment. Then she surprises me. “OK, I was wrong. He likes her. Big deal.”
    Clover spins round and as she’s facing us she rolls her eyes dramatically. I laugh. Clover glances at her watch, then turns and grabs Brett round the neck. Seconds later they’re kissing.
    “Look! Look!” Mills squeals, jumping up and down with excitement.
    Sophie is pretending to be unimpressed. But she’s watching pretty carefully for someone who’s not interested. Probably taking mental notes. I know for a fact she’s only kissed one boy and that was only for a few seconds.
    Brett is really going for it, he’s holding the back of Clover’s head and his arms are octopussing up and down her back.
    Seconds later Clover pulls away and shrieks, “Eoi Moi Gawd! Eoi Moi Gawd! Eoi Moi Gawd!” in a cut-glass D4 accent. Her hands are flapping around in the air like bird’s wings and then I spot it. Huge glossy red dollops on her white T-shirt. They’re dripping from her mouth.
    The whole hall stops and everything seems to go into slow motion, like it’s happening under water. The only sound is the
thump
,
thump
,
thump
of the music.
    “That’s blood!” Sophie shrieks. She points at Brett. “He bit her. That boy bit her.”
    Sophie loves being