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‘Come on, babe. You’ve got loads of ideas.’
    So I started writing my story.
    Before English about a week later
,
Miss Gregg came up to me. She said my story was ‘very funny and very real’ and she was going to use it as one of the examples we would
mark as a class.
    ‘OMFG!’
    Miss Gregg frowned at this.
    ‘This has literally never happened to me ever
,
’ I told her.
    She smiled back at me then, but I could see loads of pink pen marks and comments (they don’t write in red – it’s too aggressive) over the pages she held.
    ‘My spelling isn’t great,’ I admitted.
    She said that could be worked on so I didn’t get marked down in the exams. And that the creative spark was the main thing.
    But when she put it on the projector and it was so big that it took up a wall of the classroom
,
all I could see were the pink pen marks.
    ‘It’s really hard to read with all the mistakes,’ said Tina, whose story had been the first one to go up – all perfectly spelt and about someone dying.
    ‘It’s massive. Maybe you need your eyes testing,’ said Mia.
    ‘Maybe Gabi needs a special needs test,’ muttered Tina, too quietly for Miss Gregg to hear.
    ‘On task, please!’ said Miss Gregg brightly, but you could tell it wasn’t going how she’d planned. She tried to get everyone to talk about the observational comedy and
the message about friendship
–
it was about a guy who tries it on with two best friends, but when the friends find out they decide to humiliate him in front of everyone. But the whole
way through Tina and her squeaky little friend Melly (which isn’t even a proper name) kept pointing out all the mistakes.
    Miss Gregg tried to talk to me at the end, but I just left and didn’t even take my story with me.

 
Chapter 15
    When my alarm goes off at five in the morning, I briefly consider quitting my job, but then I have an exciting thought. Filming starts today. I actually get to see some of
The Halls
being filmed.
    And I’ll see Spencer.
    Which isn’t important because I’ve decided I won’t be kissing him again.
    Not that I was thinking of kissing him.
    When I arrive at the university a line of white trailers are lined up along one side of the big park at the front of the campus. They use some rooms inside the university building for storing
props, but the make-up and dressing rooms and catering are all done from the trailers. Only I got a text this morning to say that the hot water in the catering van isn’t working, so I have to
go and find some urn in the university canteen to use for making coffee.
    The morning air is still really crisp. I walk round one of the make-up trailers and it’s quite chilly in the shadow, but I come out the other side into soft, warming sunlight. Spencer is a
metre or so away, next to some people who are setting up a camera on a crane. He’s chatting to some girls on the crew and their laughter keeps breaking out over the dull murmur of everything
else. It feels like it’s at a higher volume and I keep looking over.
    It’s a good thing that he’s chatting up other girls. If it was just me that might make us a thing. And that could be the first step towards something big and scary.
    As I’m telling myself that I stop and watch Spencer talking. I feel like I’ve only just started really looking at all the details of his face. The sharp angle of his cheeks when he
smiles. And the way his lips are always slightly parted.
    Which are all irrelevant. I’m about to creep off in the other direction, so he won’t know I was here, when he turns round and catches me staring.
    ‘Hello, hello.’ He arches an eyebrow in amusement. It feels a bit like everything focuses in a close-up and we are the only two people here.
    Then one of the cameramen says, ‘I said, “White, two sugars”,’ and I accidentally shush him. I do a pretend sneeze to cover it up when I realise what he’s said.
    ‘Yup,’ I say and turn to the others for their coffee orders.