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one of Marcy’s friends. Since Anj is here, I look for Gideon, but he’s not around. Neither is Fletch. Not that I’m surprised. Best to sit tonight out whilst the gossip’s hot. I don’t for a second believe what I’ve heard about the school showers, but I don’t think anyone’s interested in the truth – gossip’s about the possibility of truth.
    Note to self: stay the right side of Hannah Sheppard.
    That’s when I notice that she and Katie have arrived.

HANNAH
    We’ve been here all of five minutes when Katie sees Rex. I count to ten and before I’ve reached seven, she’s left me standing by the roundabout whilst she heads for the swings. Rex is there talking to Aaron Tyler. It’s weird how he’s hanging round with the basketball lot – I would’ve thought he’d be above all this clique shit.
    Someone bumps into me as I’m staring off into space and half my drink splashes out of the bottle.
    “Bollocks!” It’s Tyrone, jumping back from the fizz that sprays out over our shoes.
    I stay where I am, but then, my shoes cost less than his. I’m not bothered about it to be honest, but it’s a good starting point.
    “You gonna make up for that?” I say quietly, meeting his eyes. Big, dark eyes and beautiful lips. Lips that feel as beautiful as they look.
    Tyrone must be thinking the same thing, judging by the way his eyes dart down to my mouth. I can tell he’s thinking about the things we did in my bedroom on Tuesday. So am I.
    “Name a time and a place,” he murmurs.
    I want him here and now, but…
    “Tyrone!”
    Marcy struts over, her supposedly perfect face set in a scowl. I’m going to enjoy this.
    “Hey, sexy.” Tyrone turns away from me to try a low purr on his girlfriend, but she’s as deaf to this as I would be. Tyrone can charm when he wants to, but it’s usually with something more persuasive than his voice.
    “I thought you were going to talk to Rex about that thing?”
    Tyrone looks baffled. “You what?”
    “Never mind.” Marcy shoots me a glare. “Hi, Spanner. Going for the Page Three look tonight?”
    I glance down and realize my bra’s peeping out above my top. And my cleavage is popping out above my bra.
    “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” I shrug. “Or flaunt it anyway, even if you haven’t – that’s your motto, isn’t it?”
    But Marcy simply smiles. “People pay me to flaunt what I ‘haven’t got’. Let me know when you finally get paid for doing whatever it is you think people want you for.” She turns away, a perfect dismissal, and lays a hand on Tyrone’s arm, leading him away from me.
    I hate how Marcy thinks she’s so much better than everyone else here. I hate that she thinks she’s better than me . But I take a deep breath and then I walk away, because, you know, I can. Because I have so shagged her boyfriend.

AARON
    My first sip of tepid beer tastes like self-hatred. I surreptitiously pour some out, listening to the conversation next to me between Katie and Rex, who seem to have forgotten about his never-present girlfriend.
    “… not a regulation-length skirt, Katie Coleman.” Rex is buzzing. “Skirt” was almost “shirt”. Although her shirt is hardly respectable. It’s only done up with one button and that button should have been higher.
    “Are you telling me off?”
    “I’m just stating facts. Didn’t say I didn’t like those facts.”
    Factsh .
    “Show me where a regulation skirt should be.”
    “There.” I see him bend down and brush her knee. “Not here.” I can guess where he’s touching her leg now.
    “I’m thinking your hand shouldn’t be here either.”
    “Where should it be?”
    This conversation is torture. I do not want to sit here whilst Rex flirts with the girl who by all accounts – including hers – gave his friend an “epic” hand job behind the toilets last week. It’s hard not to speculate as to whether “epic” refers to duration or quality – something I’m certain Rex has thought about a