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my
workbook.
    Bethany kicks my foot. Once. Twice. I cast her a pained look, but she just points across the room,
hiding a thumbs up down by the other side of her hip.
    “Can I buy a vowel?” I look up to
where she’s pointing and my heart stops. Speeds up. I
push away the white curls from my face.
    I’m not sure how long Lakyn’s
been staring at me. From the set of his shoulders and the steadiness of his
piercing gaze, it’s been a while. The posture of his body is even more
puzzling. It’s like a wall has forcibly stopped him in his tracks. His smile
widens, showcasing brilliant white teeth. Not a condescending smile that others
have shown me, but a conspiratorial one. The dimple digs in his tanned cheek,
and his eyes almost light up the room. When he stalks toward me and pulls out
the chair beside mine, my heart squeezes.
    “Hi,” he says, easing into the
seat.
    Paralysed with overwhelming
sensation, I can’t breathe or look him in the face. If I do, I’ll embarrass
myself further, because once I start, I will not be able to stop. By its own
volition, my gaze slides over to his hands on his desk. He has long, tanned
fingers.
    “Hi,” he murmurs again huskily.
    I can’t place his accent. It
doesn’t sound Australian. I purse my lips and take the plunge, staring at utter
perfection. He doesn’t gawk at me like the others; instead his blue gaze
considers mine. And I can’t put my finger on why he’s staring at me like that.
My heart pounds like my old rocking horse. I bring up my left hand to my
forehead.
    Mouth. Work. “Hi,” comes out in a croak. Then I glance down at my
books and clear my throat. No wonder I can’t get a boyfriend, right? I’m
destined to be lonely for my entire high school years. I’m almost shaking in my
shoes.
    “Eloise, isn’t it?”
    I peer up at him in surprise, but
his gaze strays to my lips and his eyes darken.
    “Yes,” I answer with a dry mouth.
My lips tingle and burn. I blink at the sensation, my cheeks heating, but not
smouldering like my mouth.
    “I’m Lakyn Ambrose.” The stars at
night wish they shone like this guy’s smile.
    I casually press against my lips,
expecting to find blood on my fingertips. None. Weird. “It’s . . . ah . . . nice to meet you.”

8
     
     
    I CALL MUM on my cell and let her know Bethany’s invited me
back to her place. To my surprise, Mum thinks it’s great. She encourages me to
interact more and go out with my friends. Hopefully, she means more parties and
no curfews. A girl can dream, right?
    Bethany phones her mum and says
she’s going to visit Cal at Oyster Point, because he has some research material
she needs.
    “You’re so sneaky.” I grin. “I
love it.”
    Bethany laughs. “Great minds. Anyway, Cal will cover for me, and your mum
might flip out. His family are fishermen. He and his dad were the ones who
found the girl.”
    “How many relatives do you have?”
I ask.
    “Mum’s one of thirteen kids, and
Cal’s a distant cousin twice removed. Everyone at Oyster Point knows his
family, but we’re close. When I heard what happened to you, I remembered him
saying something about finding a girl on the beach. He sent me the picture ages
ago.”
    My stomach rolls at the mention
of Melanie. She’s a real girl to me, even though she’s dead. The bus is packed
full of kids from our private school. Boys throw crap at each other in the
back, but most have earphones on, lost in their playlist.
    “Remind me to tell mum to buy
shares in hearing devices,” Bethany says.
    I remain quiet but wonder how
we’re going to get from the last point of the bus stop to Cal’s place. In spite
of that, I’m also looking forward to doing something proactive instead of
waiting around for everyone else to tell me what happened the night I leapt off
the cliff.
    “We’ll cab it,” Bethany says,
rising from the seat to step off the bus.
    “Fine by me.”
    The doors swoosh open, and we
step out into the hot sunshine. My lungs squeeze and