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to the car. “Take the keys Gavin.
Like you said, this is the gift your mother wo uld
have wanted you to have. Enjoy it.”

Chapter
3
     
    Gavin walked into his new form room and removed his headphones; he
acknowledged his tutor as he was told to find a seat then turned to face the
room. He was confronted by three rows of long tables with two stools at each table. As far as he could see, there were
two free seats, one at the back on the right hand side of the room, next to the window, the other on the middle
table of the next row by a girl wearing an Aerosmith t-shirt, her long black
hair hang ing over her shoulder, doodling on a pad.
She put her pen down and looked up at him as he stopped by her table.
    “This seat is taken , ” she said
before he had the chance to sit down.
    “By the invisible man?” was the reply.
    “Huh, another smart a r s e, ” she huffe d
not quite under her breath.
    “Sorry, can I just squeeze by?” another female voice, Gavin turned to see
a curvy brunette trying to get by him . “Hey Angel, you ok?” she said as she plonked herself into the seat .
    “I’m good . ” Angel smiled
at her friend, and then looked back at Gavin . “There’s a seat
over there , ” she jerked her
thumb towards the back of the room.
    “Thanks,” he turned towards the back of the
class.
    “God, I’m rude, h i, I’m Kiera , ” she smiled.
    “Gavin , ” he returned
the smile, taking in her curves.
    “Cool t-shirt , ” she answered
gesturing to his faded Bauhaus shirt.
    “Thanks, I’d better get to my seat, maybe catch you later?”
    “Sure , ” Kiera replied
then leaned close to Angel . “He’s hot . ”
    “Uhuh, if you say so , ” Angel fell
silent as the tutor began to talk .
    The morning seemed to fly; it seemed that no sooner had he settled into a
seat that he was moving to another classroom, he was finding his way around
easier than expected thanks partly to the map the Dean had given him but mainly
because the new kid fact or made him centre of
attention and he pretty much had a guided tour of the entire campus between
lessons.
    Finally lunchtime arrived; he was starving having skipped out of the
house without eating that morning. He had every intention of grabbing something to eat then finding a quiet corner, turning on his
iPod and tuning out the noise of the cafeteria. Kiera caught up with him in the
queue. The way she asked questions about his day so far was sweet, she invited
him to sit with her and her friends, pointing to a
table in the middle of the dining hall with a mixed bunch of boys and girls
laughing and comparing notes on lectures, he decided to take her up on her
offer feeling that perhaps this would be a good way to make new friends and
maybe get in with what h e presumed was the “in crowd . ”
    As it turned out, he quite enjoyed himself with this group of young
people, they were all fairly laid back and liked the same kind of music he did
and also, like him, they hadn’t bought into the whole everything had to be des igner lifestyle that came hand in hand with being at this
exclusive private sixth form college.
    “Bauhaus?” Angel looked up from her book , “Do you actually know who they are or
are you just wearing the shirt to be fashionable?”
    Gavin slid shut his mobile ph one, looked at
her, and deciding actions speak louder than words, reached into his leather
jacket, pulled his iPod out and slid it across the table towards her .
    “Why don’t you judge for yourself?” he asked.
    Angel lifted the MP3 player and began to scroll t hrough the menu for what felt like ages, the boy had almost filled the
32gb of memory with some excellent tunes. She chuckled as she hit a group of
songs .
    “What?” Gavin asked.
    “Johnny Cash?”
    “Hell yeah, everyone should have a bit of Johnny Cash don’t you t hink?”
    “Ye ah, I’m impressed, you know you r music . ” She handed
back his iPod, Gavin grinned, he already liked this girl, her stand offish
attitude