Saving from Monkeys Read Online Free PDF

at a rave, but they were spot on because Abi really was Shirley Temple levels of sweet.
    "His name's Joe," she said all in a rush, as if unable to hold the words in anymore. "And, oh my God , Rox, he's so not my type."
    My smile faltered slightly. Huh? "So not your type?" I repeated, wanting to make sure I hadn't misheard.
    "Yeah," she fiddled with the jumble of silver bracelets that always adorned her right wrist, the metallic jangling they made perfectly accompanying her almost manic happiness. "You know how I always go for the dark, brooding, sensitive, artistic types?"
    "Read: narcissistic twerps whose 'art' invariably means they can't be monogamous?" I asked darkly. I'd lost count of how many breakups with these egomaniacs I'd nursed Abigail through. "Yeah, I know."
    "Well , Joe's nothing like that." Abi clasped her pale hands and her voice came out on a sort of a sigh as she finished, "He's a bloodnut, doing engineering and he plays rugby ."
    "Ha!" I couldn't help it, I let out a sharp peal of laughter before immediately being glad I was lying down as my head swam at the noise.
    "Even more than that," she smiled, obviously enjoying my response, "he calls it 'rugger' and his eyes fill with tears when he remembers the final try that secured his school the championship."
    I blinked rapidly and, for a moment, I was speechless. Seriously, had I fallen into a parallel universe last night and not noticed? As if it wasn't bad enough that I'd had it off with Elliot, it sounded like Abi had hooked up with a private school knob. We'd spent so much time mocking those types, but now her eyes seemed to be shining, not with amusement, but with fondness .
    "His school rugger team had a song, didn't it?" I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer.
    "And the words are printed on his heart," she confirmed.
    Woah .
    "So, basically, last night we both went out and slept with the kind of posh boys we've done nothing but ridicule since we met each other?"
    "Seems that way," Abi agreed, but then she let out a whoosh of breath and snatched up the pillow I'd recently put aside. Clinging to it she continued, "Seriously, Rox, he's amazing . He came in to pick up takeaway, but there was like this buzz when we looked at each other and he decided to eat in instead."
    Knowing the restaurant Abi worked at as well as I did, I thought this showed more of a foolhardy disregard for his health rather than demonstrating how 'amazing' he was. Bless her, though, she looked as if he'd cured poverty for her rather than simply demonstrated that his stomach was lead-lined.
    "He kept ordering more food just so he could keep the table and talk to me more," she didn't seem to have noticed my amusement, in fact this fellow Joe's entire school rugby team could probably have steamed through our room naked and she wouldn't have noticed. She was utterly and totally rapt.
    "The idiot actually looked pretty ill by the end, but he just kept eating and saying how good it was, like I'd cooked it or something," she continued. "When my shift ended he walked me back to my car and we sat in it and talked for ages before going back to his place." She stopped for a moment, clearly reliving the moment privately, before finishing, "I think I'm seriously in like."
    "Really?" I squeaked, honestly not sure how to react to this new, sappy Abi. "After one night?"
    Abi and I were very serious about who we fell in like with.
    When we'd first been put in a room together in first year uni it had looked like the guy assigning roommates had been high at the time. There she was with her skin-tight jeans that seemed to be more rips than actual denim and her heavy makeup, and there I'd been with my neat little plait and inability to swear beyond squeaking 'monkey' when really riled. It had looked like the start of a bad buddy cop movie, but thankfully, we'd bonded almost immediately as a girl ran past in the corridor squealing about how much in love she was. We'd both grimaced and that, as they