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                  ‘You’re all right,’ I replied before taking a sip of water.
                  The red-haired girl he was with started giggling even louder, like one of those talking teddy bears that take ages to go off. They all knocked their cups together, which caused the liquid to splash all over the floor, and then they all downed their drinks, the girl still laughing so that she spurted most of it out of her mouth.
                  ‘Refill,’ the boy said, and the others cheered as he poured them all another drink.
                  Still clutching my plastic cup, I walked back into the living room, where the music seemed to have increased in volume and Dunc was now joined behind his booth by some girl, their lips joined together as if they had been glued or something.
                  There were a group of girls in the centre of the room flailing their arms out as they danced to the music. The sofas that were pushed against the walls were packed full of people, and most of the floor space was taken up with groups of people standing and talking. I weaved my through the people, knowing that I could have easily moved them out if the way if I chose too.
                  I got to the spot where I’d left Leo without being shoved or hit in the face, only to find that he’d gone, and so had Megan.
                  ‘Great,’ I muttered under my breath, as I looked around the room.
                  Leo had insisted that I come to this stupid party, and now he’d ditched me for some Barbie wannabe. I should have never come here; I should have stayed at home.
                  I pushed past Veronica and a girl I didn’t know who were standing in the doorway.
    ‘Watch it, loser,’ Veronica snarled, which caused me to roll my eyes.
    I forced my way through the now crowded hallway and held onto the banister as I pulled my way up the stairs. I wanted to find Leo so that I didn’t have to stand amongst all these people looking like a loner. I wanted to find him because he was meant to be at the party with me.
                  There was a girl from a few of my classes sitting on one of the steps, shouting hysterically into her mobile phone. I dodged past her and got to the top of the stairs, where there were three girls queuing outside the door to the right.
                     ‘Have you seen Leo?’ I asked a petite girl called Naomi, who was first in the line.
                  ‘Nah, sorry. He might be in one of the bedrooms. I’ve been in the bathroom queue for the last ten minutes because whoever is in there won’t quit throwing up,’ she said, as she thudded on the door.
                  ‘Right,’ I replied as I walked to the end of the corridor and stood outside a door with the nameplate ‘Megan’ on it in elaborate floral font. I found myself feeling nervous at what I would find in the room, so I knocked before I pushed it open. Empty.
                  The room was full of stuffed teddies and a note board stuck full of concert and attraction tickets. There was a picture on the bedside table of her hugging a woman I presumed to be her mum, and her bed had more cushions on it than the Prestons did in their entire house.
                  ‘Perfect,’ I muttered under my breath before I turned around and left the room.
                  Back on the landing, Naomi wasn’t queuing anymore, and I found myself wondering if she was now in the bathroom or if she’d given up. The other two girls were comparing shoes: one was in patent red stilettos that I had no idea how she was managing to walk in, and the other had on white wedges. I suddenly found myself feeing small and unnoticeable in my flat shoes.
                  The next room had a poster of some band I didn’t know on the black door. I didn’t knock this