yesterday.â
âAnd?â
âWhat do you think of her?â
âNot bad. Quite attractive really. Bit of a silly bitch. Bit like you in that respect.â
âShe thinks youâre marvelous.â
âWhy?â
âTalking to her in classes and sitting with her in the common room. She thinks youâre all keen. Starry-eyed and all.â
âShe must be mad.â
âThatâs what I said.â
âI only talked to her in the common room once, and we do happen to be in the same classes a lot.â
âThere you are. Itâs your natural charm.â
âPfui.â
She chatted on about various girls, but never once did she mention Janet.
Harry bowled toward us. I could see he was feeling irritated though no one else could have known it. I guessed the trouble. Iâd just seen Jenny heart-to-hearting with a nice lad called Alex Joplin for the second time that day. The buffer hadnât moved quick enough.
âAlloden, Harry,â said Angela.
âAlloden.â
He pulled up a stool and sat down.
âI see the new ones are fraternizing pretty freely,â I said to him. He took out his cigarettes and offered them round. As I was lighting mine, Janet walked past and went over to Jenny and Alex accompanied by Tony Jensen. Thunder and lightning.
âYou were right, son,â said Harry.
They were all flushed and laughing, enjoying exploring each otherâs fresh looks with their eyes. The static of new acquaintance crackled round them.
âI thought so,â said Angela.
I turned to look at her. She was smiling her guaranteed-to-annoy smile. I didnât say anything.
âWell, well. We are looking up, arenât we,â she said.
I looked at Harry. He started smiling.
âDonât think youâve much chance there,â she said. âToo nice.â
âYou donât have to make yourself appear more stupid than you already are,â I said.
âNot a chance, Victor. Stay in your own class. Karenâs more your drop. Janetâs a lovely girl though.â
âAnd youâre not. Donât be soft, Angela. Iâm not interested. You know that really.â
âDo I?â
âCome off.â
She stopped leaning on me.
âSee you later, lads,â she said and minced over to the happy group.
âIâll break her neck,â I said.
âItâs cast iron, like her head,â said Harry.
âNo, sheâs too sharp for her own good.â
Silence prevailed.
âSo anyway,â said Harry. âItâs Freshers Ball on Saturday. Taking anyone or are you going to let Fate take the reins?â
âI shanât take anything, I donât think. Several bodies should be there which will be of interest. I think Iâll let them sweat a while.â We grinned at each other.
âItâs old stuff really,â said Harry.
âWhat?â
âThis talking to other blokes when all theyâre waiting for is for us to get their corsets off.â
âTrue, true. Theyâll learn, perhaps too late,â I said.
We left, not looking in the direction of that charming group. We climbed the stairs.
So, suddenly within minutes (as Harry would have said), there I was. In a situation. There was no doubt about it. The main thing was to get the girl. For no reason, suddenly she had become the Most Desirable ObjectâWhy? One minute marked antipathy. Next, urgent predilection. How did it happen? It hadnât been conscious. There were plenty of other girls, all okay. Even the transition hadnât been noticeable. It was as if in one minute this feeling had thundered up from my lower vertebrae, covering every square inch of me. A nervous tremor possessed my lungs whenever she entered my mind. Immediately she had become purer-looking than the Holy Grail. The whole weight, height and depth of the emotion was unfamiliar. I was harbouring a stranger inside me, and the
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