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swishing beneath me. ‘She’ll let him suffer for a few days, then ask him to be Jessica’s
stand-in.’
    Treacle groans. ‘I don’t need to listen to a speech from Will on the last day of term. He never lightens up.’
    ‘He is kind of serious.’
    ‘Can’t Jessica find him a girlfriend?’ Treacle asks hopefully. ‘It might cheer him up.’
    ‘I don’t think he wants to be cheered up,’ I mutter. ‘He likes being emo.’
    There are footsteps on the stairs and Savannah appears in my doorway. ‘You could have waited,’ she puffs, tossing down her bag.
    We passed Savannah at the bus stop saying goodbye to Marcus.
    ‘Your goodbyes take hours.’ Treacle stretches out on my bed and leans against my pillows. ‘I’m surprised Marcus has any lips left.’
    Savannah pouts. ‘It’s not my fault he’s a good kisser.’
    ‘Too much information!’ I grab Mr Woofit and fling it at her.
    She catches Mr Woofit and wanders over to my window, hugging the droopy old ted as she stares into the street. ‘
Who
likes being emo?’
    ‘Will.’ I fill her in.
    ‘Why are you talking about Will?’ She turns sharply, her eyes narrowed. I know what she’s thinking: is he date-worthy for me?
    ‘He was just being his usual annoying self at the webzine meeting,’ I tell her briskly. Who in their right mind would want to go out with Will?
    ‘He is a babe though.’ Savannah looks thoughtful. ‘I kind of like the whole dark, brooding vibe. It’s kind of vampiry.’
    ‘I guess,’ Treacle grunts. ‘If, by vampiry, you mean he
sucks
.’
    Savannah chucks Mr Woofit at Treacle. ‘Ha ha.’
    ‘Let’s forget Will.’ I move the conversation on before Savannah and Treacle start wondering who else might be date-worthy for me. Since they hooked up with Jeff and Marcus,
they’ve tried to get me to join the girlfriend club. They tried to set me up with Rupert before he found Barbara. It’s like they think I’m half a person because I’m not in a
couple. ‘Cindy asked me to go to a fashion show on Thursday.’
    Savannah goggles at me. ‘Not the Teen Couture event in London?’
    ‘Probably,’ I tell her. ‘She wants me to take notes while she tries to interview the models and designers. There’s going to be a full-page spread in next week’s
webzine.’
    ‘With
photos
?’ Savannah crouches beside me, eyes sparkling.
    I shrug. ‘I guess Cindy will have her camera.’
    Savannah grabs my shoulders. ‘Why aren’t you more excited?’ she gasps. ‘This is the event of the season. And you’ll have a press pass. Access All Areas.’
    ‘I don’t know about that,’ I mumble. I imagine I’ll be sitting somewhere in the back row taking notes while Cindy strains to see over the sea of heads.
    Savannah leans back, open-mouthed. ‘Oh. My. God. You’ve never been to a fashion show, have you?’
    Treacle leans forward. ‘We went to that charity one at school in Year Seven, remember?’
    ‘That was for kids and mums. Teen Couture is for
real
people.’ Savannah throws her a withering look then focuses on me. ‘I’m going to give you some tips.’
She stands up. ‘You don’t want to look like a complete fashion virgin.’
    ‘I’ll be
watching
the show, not running it,’ I point out. ‘It can’t be that complicated.’
    Savannah starts clearing a runway through my room. She picks up clothes and flings them onto the bed beside Treacle, then sweeps books and folders aside until there’s a clear strip of
carpet running from my door to my window.
    Savannah bites her lip and looks along it. ‘We need music.’ She waves Treacle towards my iPod dock. ‘Something fierce.’
    While Treacle’s scrolling through my playlist, Savannah starts lecturing. ‘You have to know the etiquette.’
    ‘It’s a fashion show,’ I remind her. ‘Not tea with the queen.’
    Savannah lifts her eyebrows. ‘Tea with the queen would be easier. You have to know where to stand, how to find a seat, what to wear.’ She starts counting