wanting any of the people walking past to stop and listen in.
âWhat?â
âThe girl. His â¦â
Alex leans so close I can see the gold of his blazer buttons gleaming in the sun. âI know who you mean.â Before the man, Alex didnât get angry very often. But under that poxy fringe, his eyes are cold.
I suddenly feel defensive, like I want him to understand. âI wanted to see her. Talk to her. See if sheâs okay.â
âAnd did you take her out for a coffee? Buy her some flowers?â
I shake my head, feeling ridiculous. âI didnât talk to her ⦠but I could ⦠I know where she lives now. Sheâs just round the corner from you. You probably walk past her on your way to school.â
Alex stares at me, making me look down at the ground.
âJake, this isnât anything to do with me anymore. You can do what you like, but leave me out of it,â he says, slipping his hands into the pockets on his blazer like heâs cold.
âBut it is, Alex. Whether you like it or not.â
He shakes his head. âNah. Itâs not. Iâve moved on.â
Now itâs my turn to be angry. âMoved on? How do you move on?â
âI donât know. Just forget about it. You canât change it.â
âI can fess up. So can you. Go to the policeââ I start to say.
âNo. No police.â He jumps up, swinging his backpack onto his shoulder and hitting me across the arm with it. Then he starts walking away, like this is over.
âItâs. Not. My. Fault!â I yell at his disappearing back in its snug-fitting blazer and ridiculous grey shorts.
He doesnât even turn around. He just raises his hand in the air and gives me the finger.
My eye is still throbbing and I know itâll be black by tonight. And even though Iâm not cold at all, I wrap my arms tight around myself and start to cry. Hopefully salty tears are good for a punched eye.
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Sass helped me pick out the present. Iâm not 100 per cent sure that itâs what Ellie will want, but Sass assured me that all the girls at her school would love them, so I went with it. Sass even helped me gift-wrap it because she said my fingers were too big to make the bow look dainty.
Ellie loves that sheâs a couple of months older than me. She keeps calling herself the older woman. Except that sheâs tiny. Her head tucks under my chin and my fingers reach around her wrist. She never seems tiny. Sheâs strong and fierce and more independent than Iâll ever be. And now sheâs sixteen.
I wanted to take her to this posh restaurant Dad took me to a couple of weeks back but itâs not open for lunch on a Sunday, and Ellieâs parents werenât all that happy about her going out on a school night so now Iâm meeting her at this other place that I hope is okay. Again, I checked with my little sister and she said it was great. Not that sheâd have any idea, because basically she lives on cheese pasta, but she liked the sound of it. It has a fancy French name so thatâs something.
Ellieâs late. Itâs nothing new. Sheâs always late, but for some reason today it makes me nervous. Weâve been dating for ages and Iâm never nervous with her. In fact sheâs the only person I know that makes me completely comfortable. Maybe this feeling of nerves has nothing to do with her. Maybe itâs because Iâm wearing a suit and I donât like the feel of the jacket on my shoulders, and I wish Iâd just worn jeans and a shirt.
And then I see her. Sheâs half running and half skipping down the other side of the road, dodging people walking towards her. She looks all frazzled like she knows sheâs running late and sheâs trying not to, and just the sight of her makes me grin. I want to call out but I donât want her to know Iâm watching her so I wait until she gets close enough to see
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