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other time.”
     
    Woah.  I don’t know where any of that came from but I tried to placate Mitchell and make him understand what had happened.
     
    “Mitchell, of course I wanted to hear from you.  I’ve missed you all week.  I was on the phone to Mills before you called but her phone cut out.  It happens often, so when my phone rang I answered without looking to see who was calling.  I was just surprised it was you that’s all.  Because I was expecting Mills.”
     
    Why the hell was I explaining myself so hard?  I mean, I didn’t want him to feel that I wasn’t glad to hear from him because I really was but his reaction was way over the top.
     
    “I’ve been busy all week with work so I haven’t had a chance to call you before now.  This isn’t really the way I wanted the conversation to start but it’s done now.” He still sounded pissed.  I didn’t know what to say to help the situation which meant I’d been silent for a good few seconds.  “Look you’re clearly busy.  I’ll call you another time or something.”
     
    “No Mitchell, I’m not busy.  I was just packing up my books so I could get comfortable to talk to you.” Lie, but hopefully it provided him with a good enough explanation to my silence.  The first couple of minutes of the conversation were strained because of his earlier mood but eventually I felt the tension ease out of Mitchell and we began to talking easily.  We talked until just after 1am, at this point I was yawning and Mitchell’s questions and responses were coming a lot slower.  I told him I needed to get to sleep as I had class in the morning and he needed to get to bed as he had work.  He reluctantly agreed and told me “Goodnight and sweet dreams” before he hung up.  Mitchells mood swings can be a little intense but I think to be honest that might be my own fault.  I had been blatantly clear in the beginning that I didn’t want to go out with him and that would hurt anyone’s ego, so maybe he was still a little insecure.
     
     
    School had just broken up after exams and we had the whole summer to enjoy before going back to finish our final year.  Lana and Tara had finished with all A’s as predicted.  Lana got into the London School of Music and Fashion and Tara was off to Kings College to study Biomedical Science or something along those lines that was boring as fuck.  Mara had already graduated and had got a job in some top architectural firm but she was still at home.  She had lightened up a bit and was focusing her efforts on putting money together so that she could design the house she wanted for herself.  Give the girl credit where it was due, when she dreamed, she dreamed big.
     
    Saz , Mills and I decided to celebrate the end of term by going out and getting as trashed as possible.  As usual Anthony Grey was throwing one of his mega house parties.  At Christmas his parents went away again and left him, only this time they can back early and found the house in a state.  I heard that Anthony got told he was going to boarding school but when the cleaning crew he always brought in came and cleared up everything, his parents patted him on the back and increased his monthly allowance for taking responsibility for his actions.  Fucker.  In any case we decided that we’d go to his party and all three of us were going to make sure we had the best night out.  I was wearing a short blue dress with heels.  Saz was wearing shorts that should just be call knickers as they weren’t much bigger than French panties and Mills was wearing a hot racy mini dress that was strapless.  Mills NEVER wore anything that would bring her more attention than she could handle which was any.
     
    It was a Friday night and I’d specifically booked the weekend off work to recover. By the time we got to the party there were already people outside puking up the alcohol they’d probably saved up all month to buy.  As usual the three of us grabbed our drinks