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me go and see Marco, just for a little while.
    â€œNo way,” she said flatly, when I suggested it.
    â€œBut, Muuuum,” I moaned, “I can’t stop thinking about him. I mean, there is literally, probably medically , no actual room for History homework in my head right now! Once I’ve seen him, I’ll be able to stop thinking about seeing him and concentrate on my work.”
    â€œBut you’ve seen him all day!” Mum said, looking unconvinced.
    â€œNo, I haven’t,” I insisted. “Well, only for a tiny while, at first break. Apart from that I was far too busy Engaging Fully With My Education to give any time to my personal relationships. I do take my future very seriously, you know.”
    I leaped out of the way as Mum swatted at me with her tea towel. “Go on, then. But make sure you’re back by seven and straight to work, or I’ll ban you from seeing that boy!”
    â€œOh, that would be soooo romantic, like Romeo and Juliet!” I cried as I swanned over to the door. “Which I’ve been paying full attention to in English, you’ll be pleased to know!”
    â€œCheeky madam! Seven, and not a second later!” Mum called, and I gave her an angelic smile and hurried out before she changed her mind.
    I was going to text him first, but Saff had gone out with Emily and taken our shared mobile, so I decided to just turn up at his flat, and then try the rehearsal studio if he wasn’t in.

    My heart jumped as Marco’s front door opened and I saw him standing there.
    â€œHey, Abs,” he said, giving me his lazy smile, which was actually going a tiny bit towards grinning idiot.
    I was doing total grinning idiot, of course, and it was a relief when he pulled me into a hug. I was just thinking about kissing him (well, of course I was) when his mum leaned out of the kitchen doorway. “Oh, Abbie!” she cried. “Come in, come in.”
    Marco wrinkled his nose at me. “Do you mind?” he asked.
    â€œCourse not,” I insisted. I really liked Sienna – I guess to Marco she was just his embarrassing mum, but to me she seemed more like a movie star or something.
    As we walked past the living room, I glanced in and spotted Marco’s guitar propped against the wall. Even the sight of his stuff gave me a happy glow inside, for goodness’ sake.
    In the kitchen, there were three places set for dinner. “Would you like to stay, love?” asked Sienna. “It’s my famous chicken risotto.”
    â€œOh, yes, please,” I said, remembering that it was help-yourself-to-salad night at home. It smelled delicious and I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything since that apple at last break. “But how did you know I was coming?” I asked, gesturing at the place settings.
    Sienna smiled. “Oh, I didn’t. It’s for…”
    â€œâ€¦my dad,” Marco finished, just as Luke walked in.
    I couldn’t help staring at him. Luke, I mean. I’d seen an old photo, but even if I hadn’t, I’d have known he was Marco’s dad. He had the same piercing blue eyes, the same slow, lazy smile. He held out his hand and I stared at it for ages before coming to and realizing that I was supposed to shake it. “I’m Luke, nice to meet you,” he said.
    â€œI’m Abbie,” I managed to stutter. My mind was racing. Marco hadn’t mentioned anything about his dad at school that day. Had he just turned up out of the blue? Did Sienna mind? How did Marco feel about it?
    â€œOh, I guessed,” Luke was saying. “Marco can’t stop talking about you…”
    Marco emerged from the fridge, where he’d been rummaging for the Parmesan. I grinned at him. “Oh, you can’t, huh?” I teased.
    He looked so cute standing there blushing, holding this massive wedge of cheese, that I wanted to leap over and wrap him up in my arms. But I didn’t,