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my bed while I dance round the piles of
clothes and books littering my floor. ‘I’m going to Paris! I’m really going!’
    ‘This is so cool,’ Treacle grins. Then she freezes. ‘But what about Savannah?’
    I stop dancing. ‘What?’
    ‘Don’t worry.’ Savannah flicks her hair over her shoulder.
    ‘Don’t worry about what?’ I’m on the bed beside her in an instant. ‘Isn’t Marcus going?’
    Savannah shrugs. ‘I don’t even know if I’m going yet.’
    ‘
What?
’ I can’t believe it. Savannah’s the coolest babe in Year Nine. And her Dad drives a Merc.
Of course
she’s going to Paris.
    ‘You know my dad.’ Her legs are crossed and she’s swinging her foot. ‘He’s just being overprotective, as usual.’
    Treacle sweeps Savannah’s hair away from her cheek. ‘You’ll persuade him, won’t you?’
    ‘Of course.’ Savannah’s trying to sound breezy, but I can see a worried shadow in her eyes. ‘I just need to dazzle him with a few health and safety stats. He thinks
I’m going to choke on a baguette or get kidnapped by onion sellers.’
    Treacle tips her head. ‘What if me and Gem talk to him?’ she suggests. ‘We can promise we won’t let you out of our sight.’
    Savannah looks thoughtful. ‘That might work,’ she murmurs. ‘He thinks Gemma’s Miss Sensible.’
    Treacle bristles. ‘And
I’m
not?’
    ‘Not since you started dating a footballer,’ Savannah apologizes. ‘He thinks you’ve turned WAG.’
    Treacle crosses her arms.
    Savannah nudges her. ‘You have gone a bit glam lately.’ She tugs the pretty-pink sleeve of Treacle’s blouse. Before Jeff, Treacle was strictly football boots and striped
jersey. Now she says things like, ‘Do these shoes match?’ and ‘Can I borrow your tartan mini?’
Old
Treacle never borrowed anything except lip balm to stop her lips
chapping on the pitch.
    Treacle huffs. ‘Just because I dress better doesn’t mean my brains have shrunk.’
    Savannah wriggles away from us and leaps off the bed. ‘Why are we worrying about what my dad thinks when there are far more important things to discuss?’
    I snuggle up against my pillows. ‘Like what?’
    A wicked glint twinkles in Savannah’s eye. It sparks a similar flash in Treacle’s.
    ‘What?’ I demand. Clearly, they’ve been swapping gossip without me.
    Treacle grabs my foot and wiggles it. ‘Your new sweetheart.’
    ‘What?’ I sit up like a rabbit at the sound of gunfire. ‘Who?’
    Savannah smiles. ‘Ru-pee.’
    Who?
    ‘Rupert Briggs,’ Treacle teases. ‘He’s been following you around like a lost puppy all week. He’s totally smitten.’
    I leap to my feet. ‘No way!’ Savannah and Treacle swap looks.
    ‘Methinks she doth protest too much,’ Savannah singsongs Shakespeare at me.
    ‘Rupert drives me nuts!’ I splutter. ‘Have you heard his jokes?’
    Treacle grins. ‘
Everyone’s
heard his jokes.’
    ‘About a zillion times,’ Savannah adds. ‘But he’s probably just trying to cover his shyness.’
    ‘Why cover it?’ I mutter. ‘Shyness would improve him.’
    Treacle tugs my foot. ‘Ah, Gem. Give the guy a chance.’
    Savannah joins in. ‘He’s new. It must be really tough for him. The least you could do is make him feel welcome.’
    ‘Yeah, Gem.’ Treacle round-eyes me. ‘Give the boy a chance. Beneath that lame exterior there may be a really sweet guy trying to get out.’
    Savannah squeezes in beside me. ‘Remember how you tried to get me to see Marcus’s inner sweetie?’
    I grunt. ‘I guess.’
    ‘Promise us you’ll give him a chance,’ Treacle pleads.
    I chew on my bottom lip. The thought of dating Rupert feels weird. But the Cupid Twins are staring at me imploringly. And maybe it’s time to stop being Miss Sensible and join the
girlfriend brigade. ‘OK,’ I grumble. ‘I’ll give him a chance if it’ll make you happy.’

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