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Weirdly for the original ‘French ’em and forget ’em’ girl, Darby and Jack are
still
together. I know they’re just doing it to spite me. I mean, he’s younger than her and crap at making conversation and stuff. What can she possibly see in him?
     
18th April
    Still grounded but aceing all my pre-AS level mock tests. It comes to something when making a revision schedule becomes the highlight of my week.
     
26th April
    Mum’s finally relented and I’m so not grounded. Praise be! Going out with Marianne tomorrow but had to tell her that I wasn’t in the band any more. I was very vague about the reasons for my sacking and now she thinks I did something really heinous to get thrown out. Not sure if that’s good or bad.
     
28th April
    Note to self: They call them alcopops because they have alcohol in them. I managed to lose several hours of my life last night. Marianne and I went to this club in Stockport ’cause I couldn’t bear to go out in Manchester where I’d have to watch Darby and Jack tonguing each other’s tonsils. And I had too much to drink and then we went to this house party and when I woke up this morning I was drooling on this boy’s shoulder and I’d lost one of my shoes. Not quite sure what happened in between but I had a hell of a time explaining the missing footwear to Mum.
     
4th May
    I haven’t been out all week. Because I don’t want to turn into one of those binge drinkers that Mum is always telling me I’ll turn into. It’s just, well, college is so blah and I’m so sick of all my A-level subjects but mostly seeing Jack makes me… not sad, more like this feeling of white hot, incandescent rage. Because… because… because he’s seeing Darby and not me and she was the one who encouraged me to kiss loads of different boys which made him so angry that he went off me and onto her. Have to go, Poppy’s just crashed through the door.
     
5th May
    I went out with Poppy and Jesse last night, which is never fun ’cause they’re like this two-headed sarcasm demon. The other guys from Jesse’s band turned up and one of them, Toph (rhymes with loaf) was really fine. Super, super, super fine. So I went and pulled some random boy who I bumped into at the bar after one drink too many. Because, hey, that’s a great tactic when you’ve just been introduced to someone that you actively fancy who isn’t Jack. I’m such a wreck of a girl. I got off with a boy wearing a Wanted T-shirt (was he being ironic or just idiotic?) while my sister and her boyfriend and his mates were forced to sit there and watch. I heard Poppy hiss at Jesse, ‘Well, at least she’s meeting new people’ before cackling evilly.

Then Jesse muttered, ‘You weren’t like this at her age, were you, Pops?’ Then Wanted boy slid off the chair because he’d had too much to drink too and pulled me with him, and Toph (I’m wincing as I write this) had to pick me up off Wanted boy and said to Poppy, ‘Er, I think you need to take her home.’ I had a skirt on. God, I hope he didn’t see my pants.

Poppy wasn’t very keen on the idea of leaving so she called me a cab and told Toph to put me in it. I think I might have tried to kiss him because I have a very distinct memory of him holding me at arm’s length while trying to persuade the driver that I wouldn’t be sick over his upholstery. Someone just kill me now. Please. Make it swift, make it painless, but just kill me.
     
9th May
    Text from Poppy:

‘Lil sis. Stp drnkng & suckng face wiv strangers. Not big or clver and u show me up. Will tell ma. Also ppl tlkng about u. repeat stop!’
     
10th May
    That’s it. No drinking ever again because it’s bad and wrong and I saw Toph in town and he crossed over the road as soon as he clapped eyes on me. Like I even wanted to talk to him!
     
17th May
    I know I should be conjugating French verbs and sticking to the elaborate revision schedule that took me the best part of a week to colour in but all I can think