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me. “Are you getting off, Em?
It’s our stop. What’s the matter with you?”
    “Nothing,” I murmured, “I’m
right behind you.” I quickly followed them off the bus.
    “Have you and Tash had a
disagreement?” asked Seth, “It’s not like you two to avoid each
other.”
    “No, we’re fine, aren’t we
Tash?” I spoke to Tash’s back.
    She turned and said in a flat
voice, “Yeah, absolutely fine.” We carried on walking down the
hill, the conversation stilted and awkward, despite Seth’s best
endeavours to keep things going.
     
    The next day proved no
different. Tash and I seemed to have little to say to one another
and I found myself looking forward to seeing Violet with undue
interest. As the bus approached her stop, I looked in vain for her
golden hair, but she wasn’t there and I felt disappointed.
    Our first class was once again
English Literature with Miss Widdicombe, but the desk next to mine
remained empty and I began to wonder if I had imagined meeting her
the day before. Then, at break time, as I walked into the locker
area, I saw her mass of blond hair. She was standing talking to a
striking blond-haired boy, who had to be Theo, I reasoned, and for
a few seconds, I stood watching them closely.
    No doubt about it, Theo was
absolutely gorgeous. Just like his sister, he too could be a model.
He was tall and well proportioned, wearing faded jeans and a white
T-shirt, and exuded a grace and style that came straight from the
pages of a fashion magazine. Even his hands, I noticed, were
elegant and expressive, giving him a sophistication way beyond his
years. I hovered uncertainly, unsure whether to approach them. They
seemed to be deep in conversation and while I didn’t want to
interrupt them, I was conscious that break time would soon be over
and I might not get another opportunity to meet him on my own. If I
left it until lunchtime, he’d probably be surrounded by adoring
girls and wouldn’t notice me. At least now I would have his
undivided attention. So, heart beating loudly and with a sudden
rush of excitement, I walked over to them.
    “Hello Violet,” I said,
excitedly, “I wondered where you were.”
    Too late, I became aware they
were in the middle of an argument. They both stopped talking
abruptly and you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Violet
turned and looked at me with a look so cold it took my breath
away.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled, backing
away and feeling confused. Then the coldness disappeared and she
gave me a dazzling smile.
    “Emily,” she said, in her
crystal clear voice. “How nice to see you, I was just telling Theo
that there was one girl he simply had to meet.”
    “Were you?” I said, going red
with embarrassment. “Er, who’s that?”
    “You, of course,” cried Violet,
laughing at my awkwardness. “Theo, this is Emily. Emily, meet
Theo.”
    The blond haired boy opposite
Violet smiled at me.
    “Very pleased to meet you,
Emily,” he said, in a voice similar to Violet’s in its clearness
and clarity, but with a depth and resonance that sounded like pure
music. “Violet’s been telling me all about you.”
    He went to shake my hand.
    I looked into the face of the
most beautiful boy I had ever seen and was instantly captivated by
the tousled blond hair, the ivory skin, the even white teeth and
the perfect features. Gazing into his eyes, I was lost in their
intensity. It was like looking into the bluest sky and carrying on
to infinity. I felt mesmerised, hypnotised and transfixed all at
once.
    Time slowed to a standstill and
became a series of freeze frames, enabling me to recall every facet
of our meeting in detail. I remember the hustle and bustle of the
locker area as students hurriedly got out their books ready for the
next lesson, and someone nearby laughing abruptly, their voice
sounding muffled and faint, as if they were far away. I remember
feeling mild panic in case my handshake was too sweaty, as my
nerves kicked in big time and adrenalin