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friends along to the party,’ with a wink.
    Skye had very colourful friends, so it is always a worry when she wants to go to your party. Rach tried to ignore her, but I guessed she was having second thoughts already about the party. Her parents were lovely people who didn’t deserve to have their house trashed if Skye felt like being a bitch.
    â€˜It will be fine,’ I reassured her while Mr Berry wrote the problems to solve for this lesson on the board. ‘You have me watching your back — and Roman.’
    â€˜Thanks. Maybe we can have someone at the door turning away strangers?’ she suggested, but looked doubtful.
    â€˜Yeah, maybe. Talk about it later.’ I opened my exercise book and prepared myself for another lesson of inevitable failing.
    Time was dragging. I longed for the beach and the white, open sands. I wanted to daydream all my classes away until I found something that motivated my own interests and stimulated my mind. It’s a pity daydreamers are told they’ll never get anywhere in life.
    Just before I walked into history last period I felt someone clasp my elbow gently. I turned around to face Roman in his full height above me. I peered up at him and smiled.
    â€˜I’ve been looking for you. Did you get my note? Meet you at the gate after school?’ he asked, eyes hopeful.
    I had made up my mind that my friendship with him was more important than my hormonal interest in Nate, and besides, I wanted to hear any new goss in Roman’s life.
    â€˜Yeah, sorry I haven’t got back to you earlier. I’ve been daydreaming. Sounds good.’ I smiled earnestly at him.
    â€˜Glad you are coming. My shout.’ He flashed a smile at me and walked away.

    Sitting at St Peter’s Bakery on its sunny terrace, I felt as if I was undergoing the Spanish Inquisition. Roman was in one of his annoying cheeky moods and wanted to know everything about ‘grammar boy’ and my level of interest in him. No matter what I said, he refused to stop ripping me off about Nate.
    I punched him in the shoulder for the third time since leaving school, hurting my fist more than him.
    â€˜I am not a sucker for rich boys,’ I spat back at him.
    Pondering, he rubbed his chin. ‘OK, OK. Give me more time, I can guess. It must be his hair. All that product in it attracts you to him because deep down, you want him to be one of your girlfriends and play hairdressers with him.’ He laughed at his amazing wit.
    â€˜You’re hilarious.’ I rolled my eyes in mock despair.
    â€˜More? His first pick up line was that he lost his pet possum and needed your help to find it. Then he asked you on a date to thank you and you couldn’t resist a man who is sappy enough to use a possum as an excuse to get in your …’
    I rubbed my weary eyes. Maybe if I ignored him, he’d stop. It made him worse.
    His eyes lit up. ‘I’ve got it. He’s promised to buy you all the surf clothes in the world if you help him pass year twelve,’ he alleged, taking a drink of coffee.
    â€˜Next,’ I said, bored. I thought this was supposed to be fun.
    â€˜He’s given you some sob story about his family being unhappy in their wealth of money and you feel sorry for him so you waste your time talking to him.’
    When I frowned into my cup, his eyes bulged. ‘You’re so soft Daisy Brooks. And gullible. Is that how he’s charming you?’
    â€˜Stop it, Roman.’
    I didn’t like the idea of being manipulated by real life stories. How could I test if it was true or not?
    â€˜I don’t know what’s going on yet so can we drop it please?’
    â€˜Fine. Don’t blame me when he steals your GHD and runs away to Mexico with it.’ He ruffled my hair as I ground my teeth.
    Flattening my afro, I grumbled, ‘Look. How would you like it if I asked you a million questions about girls you ‘happened’ to talk