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was smiling as I attempted to describe the sensation. ‘I can’t imagine a more exquisite feeling.’
‘You have one hyperactive imagination, Marla,’ Jack said, eyebrows lifted. The comment brought me crashing back to reality.
‘You wanted to know, Jack.’
‘Hey, it’s not a criticism. You know me, I love that stuff.’
Jack parked the car and we walked to our tree to wait for the bell to ring. Courtney soon claimed Jack’s attention and after a quick chat to Abby and Peter I went to see Hilary. She was tucked up against the trunk of our tree, her face buried in a novel. She closed the book around a finger and smiled as I sat beside her.
‘I’ve been thinking about you,’ she said.
‘Why?’
‘It was something I remembered. You know how you told me Leif said you were a fairy.’
‘Sounds silly when you say it out loud.’
‘Why? It’s just a dream. But listen, it’s cute.’ She smiled. ‘When I was little I had this book and in it, fairies could kiss their elbows. Try it.’
‘You first,’ I insisted. She tried and couldn’t do it. I brought my elbow to my mouth, tried to kiss it, couldn’t reach. ‘No, definitelynot a fairy.’ I laughed, but secretly I was disappointed. I looked up and spotted Jason coming towards us.
‘Hey,’ he said to Hilary before turning his attention to me. ‘You look good, Amy.’ It was true; after a week and a half, my face was completely healed.
‘Passable?’ I asked.
‘So hot,’ he answered.
Jack, watching the conversation, narrowed his eyes and scowled.
‘So I was wondering . . . do you want to come and see a movie with me on Saturday night?’
I thought about Leif and almost told Jason no, but stopped the word from leaving my lips as I realised how stupid it would be to knock back a date just because of a figment of my imagination.
‘What time?’
A triumphant smile spread across Jason’s tanned face. ‘I didn’t think you’d say yes,’ he admitted. ‘I’ll pick you up at six, if that’s okay.’
‘Sounds fine,’ I said, standing at the sound of the morning bell.
‘Come on, I’ll walk you to class,’ Jason said.
I said goodbye to my friends before I turned to walk away. Jack made a point to catch my eyes as, lips pursed and frowning hard, he shook his head in disapproval. Even though it wasn’t funny, I couldn’t stop the giggle that burst from my lips; the expression on his face reminded me of my grandmother. He snorted, grabbed Hilary by the arm and stormed away.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack was already at our tree when I arrived at recess, and, I was happy to see, in a better mood than when we last parted. He was leaning back on his elbows, loving the great weather and surrounded by our friends. Hilary sat on one side of him and Peter and Abby on the other—wrapped around each other as usual. Courtney sat by Jack’s head. She was playing with his hair, her willowy legs tucked beneath her. I gave her a look that said way more than I had a right to say. She just smiled and carried on, sliding the summer-blond strands through her fingers. When there was a break in the conversation I turned to Jack and got straight to the point.
‘Jack, why don’t you want me to go out with Jason?’
He looked at me and the smile vanished from his face. Courtney sat back and left his hair alone, smoothing her own silky black strands with her fingers.
‘I don’t like him,’ he stated.
‘Well, I know that , but is there any reason for it?’
Jack sat up and tugged his bag close. ‘Of course there’s a reason. He’s a jerk and he thinks he’s too good for everyone.’
‘The dude does think he’s fairly awesome,’ Peter agreed.
‘Oh, he’s not that bad,’ Hilary argued, gallantly defending the absent.
‘Tell me what’s really up,’ I pressed. I shouldn’t have—the audience was too wide and Jack’s vibe completely uncompromising.
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again and frowned instead.
‘He seems to like
‘You have one hyperactive imagination, Marla,’ Jack said, eyebrows lifted. The comment brought me crashing back to reality.
‘You wanted to know, Jack.’
‘Hey, it’s not a criticism. You know me, I love that stuff.’
Jack parked the car and we walked to our tree to wait for the bell to ring. Courtney soon claimed Jack’s attention and after a quick chat to Abby and Peter I went to see Hilary. She was tucked up against the trunk of our tree, her face buried in a novel. She closed the book around a finger and smiled as I sat beside her.
‘I’ve been thinking about you,’ she said.
‘Why?’
‘It was something I remembered. You know how you told me Leif said you were a fairy.’
‘Sounds silly when you say it out loud.’
‘Why? It’s just a dream. But listen, it’s cute.’ She smiled. ‘When I was little I had this book and in it, fairies could kiss their elbows. Try it.’
‘You first,’ I insisted. She tried and couldn’t do it. I brought my elbow to my mouth, tried to kiss it, couldn’t reach. ‘No, definitelynot a fairy.’ I laughed, but secretly I was disappointed. I looked up and spotted Jason coming towards us.
‘Hey,’ he said to Hilary before turning his attention to me. ‘You look good, Amy.’ It was true; after a week and a half, my face was completely healed.
‘Passable?’ I asked.
‘So hot,’ he answered.
Jack, watching the conversation, narrowed his eyes and scowled.
‘So I was wondering . . . do you want to come and see a movie with me on Saturday night?’
I thought about Leif and almost told Jason no, but stopped the word from leaving my lips as I realised how stupid it would be to knock back a date just because of a figment of my imagination.
‘What time?’
A triumphant smile spread across Jason’s tanned face. ‘I didn’t think you’d say yes,’ he admitted. ‘I’ll pick you up at six, if that’s okay.’
‘Sounds fine,’ I said, standing at the sound of the morning bell.
‘Come on, I’ll walk you to class,’ Jason said.
I said goodbye to my friends before I turned to walk away. Jack made a point to catch my eyes as, lips pursed and frowning hard, he shook his head in disapproval. Even though it wasn’t funny, I couldn’t stop the giggle that burst from my lips; the expression on his face reminded me of my grandmother. He snorted, grabbed Hilary by the arm and stormed away.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack was already at our tree when I arrived at recess, and, I was happy to see, in a better mood than when we last parted. He was leaning back on his elbows, loving the great weather and surrounded by our friends. Hilary sat on one side of him and Peter and Abby on the other—wrapped around each other as usual. Courtney sat by Jack’s head. She was playing with his hair, her willowy legs tucked beneath her. I gave her a look that said way more than I had a right to say. She just smiled and carried on, sliding the summer-blond strands through her fingers. When there was a break in the conversation I turned to Jack and got straight to the point.
‘Jack, why don’t you want me to go out with Jason?’
He looked at me and the smile vanished from his face. Courtney sat back and left his hair alone, smoothing her own silky black strands with her fingers.
‘I don’t like him,’ he stated.
‘Well, I know that , but is there any reason for it?’
Jack sat up and tugged his bag close. ‘Of course there’s a reason. He’s a jerk and he thinks he’s too good for everyone.’
‘The dude does think he’s fairly awesome,’ Peter agreed.
‘Oh, he’s not that bad,’ Hilary argued, gallantly defending the absent.
‘Tell me what’s really up,’ I pressed. I shouldn’t have—the audience was too wide and Jack’s vibe completely uncompromising.
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again and frowned instead.
‘He seems to like
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