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up at the tuckshop, buy a chocolate milk, and wait. And wait. Just when I think she’s not going to show, I see her. She’s walking across the covered area towards me. On her own.
    She stops right beside me, standing so close I can smell her. It’s better than pizza. One part of me is excited, the other is scared. I might be about to get kissed. Or I might get slapped.
    â€˜In a million years, I never would have thought you could write something like this,’ she says, holding up a piece of paper.
    I quickly check over my shoulder to make sure she’s talking to me. There’s no one there so she must be.
    â€˜I showed it to my friends,’ she continues, ‘and they said they’ve never got a letter like it.’
    Hopefully, that’s a good thing.
    â€˜And the fact that you said those things about me , I feel honoured.’
    Wow, I must have done good!
    I reach out, hoping that she’ll give me a look at the letter. I didn’t even keep a copy and can hardly remember what I wrote. If it’s as good as she says it is, I might be able to use it again.
    But instead of giving me the letter, she gives me her hand. It feels warm, like hot Milo. She says, ‘You mightn’t be the best-looking guy, and sometimes you say dumb things in class. But anyone who can write like this …’
    And then she puts her arms around me. Yeah, that’s right. Ashleigh Simpkin hugs me ! If I could die right now, I’d be a happy corpse.
    She pulls back and looks me in the eye. ‘Would you be able to do me a favour?’
    â€˜Yeah. Anything.’ I’m pretty sure she’s gonna ask me to kiss her. I start puckering up.
    â€˜Would you be able to read the letter to me out loud? I want to hear the words come from your mouth.’
    â€˜Oh.’
    She hands me the piece of paper and I give her the empty chocolate-milk carton. I accidentally forgot to save her some. I clear my throat. But as I’m reading, things start getting Weird with a capital W. The writing’s real neat, not at all like mine. The words aren’t like mine either.
    Dear Ashleigh
    You don’t know me very well and I don’t blame you. I’m shy, especially when it comes to girls. But there’s one girl I think is really special, and I can’t help but write down how I feel about her. Even if she thinks I’m a fool for writing this letter, I don’t care. She’s worth it.
    You see, when I look at her, I don’t just see a beautiful face or a gorgeous body. I see something more, something deep inside. Something that makes me think that this is no ordinary girl.
    Oh and by the way, that girl is you.
    There’s more but I don’t get to read it. Ashleigh’s started hugging me again, and it’s impossible to hug and read at the same time.
    I’m about as confused as a hippie in a war. Where did this letter come from? Who wrote it? How could Ashleigh actually like a wussy letter like this, anyway?
    And then I see Belinda. She’s standing with her friends at the edge of the covered area. They’re all looking at me in Ashleigh’s arms. Most of them are giggling.
    Not Belinda, though. I can see by the look in her eye that she’s written the love letter she’s always wanted to get. She takes a hand off her heart and gives me the thumbs up.
    I smile, realising if it wasn’t for her, none of this would have happened.
    I also smile because I know what I’m going to do to get her back – hide all her bras.
    If she thinks she can get away with stealing my personal property, she’s sadly mistaken.

The Old Yawn Trick and Other Essential First-Date Information
    My first date is less than 24 hours away, and I’m as nervous as a kitten walking past a dog kennel. The thing is, I was completely fine until Belinda began butting her big head into my business.
    â€˜What are you wearing?’ she asked.
    When I showed her my coolest