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“Call Me Maybe”!’
     
    ‘I like it!’ I yelled back.
     
    She rolled her eyes. ‘Then you’re the only person in the entire world who does!’
     
    ‘I know! The Queen sent me a certificate saying so!’
     
    Laura laughed and grabbed my arm. ‘I can see the others!’ She steered me through the crowds, and we ended up at the bar with a group of five other people.  I recognised a few of them from my floor. One of them was David. The other was Dmitri.
     
    ‘Hey, Lizzie,’ David yelled.
     
    ‘Hi,’ I yelled back, grinning inwardly at the shirt he was wearing.
     
    ‘Nice you came out.’
     
    ‘Thanks. I’ve never been here before.’
     
    ‘What?’
     
    ‘I’ve never been here before.’
     
    David grinned. ‘Neither have I! But my mum told me to get off Tumblr and go make new friends.’
     
    I couldn’t help it. I grinned back. Despite Dmitri standing right there, despite my conflicting feelings about—well, everything—I was suddenly glad that I’d come out.
     
    Laura bought a jug of something purple that tasted pretty much like a Slush Puppy, and she, David, and I huddled around it with a straw each. I caught David’s eye as we both fished for an ice cube, and we grinned at each other.
     
    Then Dmitri was suddenly at my elbow saying, ‘Any room?’
     
    I choked, grabbed my straw, and turned away from the jug, then doubled over, coughing.
     
    ‘Are you all right?’ Laura asked.
     
    ‘Yeah,’ I managed, my eyes watering. ‘Just…’ I slid along the bar so Laura was between Dmitri and me. ‘Sorry.’
     
    Dmitri was frowning ever so slightly. ‘Sorry. I scared you.’
     
    I coughed again, and looked away.
     
    ‘Hey,’ someone said, dispelling the awkwardness that had begun to grow. It was a boy called Jamie; I had him in one of my history classes. He draped himself over the bar and grinned around at us all. ‘What you guys up to?’
     
    Given the jug full of purple whatever, it seemed like a rather obvious question, but Jamie didn’t seem sober enough to realise that. He reached out and poked Laura’s arm. ‘Laura. Lau-ra.’
     
    Laura didn’t seem at all pleased, and moved her arm away. ‘Yes, Jamie.’
     
    ‘Laura. Come dance with me.’
     
    ‘No,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
     
    ‘Aw, c’mon.’
     
    ‘No,’ she said very firmly.
     
    Jamie grinned and oozed off the bar stool onto the dance floor. Laura watched him go, then shook her head. ‘The first time I came here he asked me to dance, and he had his hands up my shirt after five minutes. Creep.’
     
    I felt a little sick.
     
    ‘And he’s obviously not sorry at all,’ Dmitri said, looking after Jamie with disdain.
     
    David nudged me. I jumped. He turned a little away from the others, and mouthed, ‘Are you okay?’
     
    I nodded. He didn’t look as though he believed me. To distract him, I said, ‘I like your shirt.’
     
    He cocked his head. ‘Huh?’
     
    ‘Your shirt,’ I yelled.
     
    ‘Oh!’ He looked down at his shirt and grinned. It was blue, and showed a picture of a Chibi-looking Xenomorph saying ‘Free Hugs!’
     
    I unzipped my jacket and showed him my shirt, which bore exactly the same design, but done in black. He laughed and actually clapped his hands.
     
    ‘What does that mean?’ Dmitri asked.
     
    My smile became a little fixed, but David answered for me: ‘It’s from the film Alien . Face-hugger, chest-burster?’
     
    ‘Oh.’ Dmitri lifted one shoulder in a shrug. ‘I haven’t seen it.’
     
    ‘It’s so good,’ David said.
     
    ‘Well…’ I said.
     
    He turned back to me with an expression of mock horror. ‘What are you saying?’
     
    ‘I love Aliens ,’ I said. ‘But the first Alien ? Jeez, it’s pretty bad.’
     
    ‘I can’t believe you can say that with a straight face!’ David yelled. ‘ Alien is perfection!’
     
    ‘It’s so not!’ I countered.
     
    Laura laughed, and passed me the purple jug. I took another sip as David rolled