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their way to school. Sad cubed.
    As they pass, Seth starts singing the Oompa-Loompa song from
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory
and Annabelle scowls at him. “You’re such a sketchpad, Seth Stone. Go hide behind your emo curtains.” And with a flick of her hair, she continues down the carriage, coming to a stop in front of the new boy.
    She smiles broadly and he looks up, stares at her for a second, then, taking off his oversize DJ headphones, asks in a deliciously smooth Northern Irish accent, “Can I help you?”
    “I’m Annabelle,” she simpers. “And this is Sophie. Like, welcome to our school.” Then she giggles.
    He looks around. “I think you’ll find it’s a train.”
    “Ha! Nice one.” Seth gives a loud laugh.
    The boy looks down the carriage and catches Seth’s eye but doesn’t say anything.
    Annabelle carries on, unperturbed. “Like, what year are you in?” she asks him, batting her eyelashes.
    “Second,” he says, obviously deciding the quickest way to get rid of her is to answer the question.
    Sophie gasps. “That’s our year. What class?”
    “Mr. Olen’s.”
    Annabelle squeals. “That’s, like, our class. Two O.
O
for Mr. Olen. You can, like, totally sit with us. You must be, like, so nervous, it being your first day and all.”
    He doesn’t look too impressed. “Thanks, but I’m not in Junior Infants — I can take care of myself. Excuse me, I see some people I know. See you around.” He walks down the aisle, leaving Annabelle and Sophie staring after him openmouthed, and swings himself into the seat beside Seth.
    I get an instant waft of shower-fresh skin and practically melt. He’s even more delicious up close and personal. Mills can’t take her eyes off his bee-stung lips.
    “’Pologies, folks,” he says, looking a bit embarrassed. “I’m on the run from scary-biscuit D4s. Mind if I kick back with you guys?”
    Before we have a chance to say anything, Annabelle and Sophie clip-clop past us, back to their D4 pack. They scowl at me and Mills and tinkle their fingers at the new boy as if nothing has happened.
    “Bye,” Annabelle twitters at him. “Like, see you in class.”
    “Yeah, see ya,” he says gruffly, then pulls his lips into what looks more like a grimace than a smile.
    Virtually swooning, Annabelle runs the rest of the way down the carriage, Sophie at her heels, jumps back into her seat, and starts fanning her face with her hand and whispering to the other D4s.
    The boy shakes his head and sighs. “I was kind of hoping Saint John’s would be D4-free.”
    “No way, ’cos we’ve, like, totally infiltrated the whole country,” I say in my best D4 voice, then stop and grin. “Worse luck. I’m Amy, by the way. And that’s Seth.”
    Seth says, “Hiya,” and smiles at him.
    The boy looks at Mills expectantly, who just gazes back dreamily, until I elbow her in the side. “Oh, sorry. I’m Mills.”
    “Hi, Mills.” As he nods, his dark shaggy fringe falls across his forehead and I can see why Mills is so besotted. “I’m Bailey Otis.”
    “Hi, Bailey Otis,” she says, her voice all breathy. “What a beautiful name. Just beautiful.”
    “I overheard you saying you’re in Two O. We are too,” I go on quickly, before Mills has a chance to say anything else. “Except Seth. He’s in Two B —”
    I’m interrupted by Nina Pickering — another D4 — shouting from the far end of the carriage. “What’s your name, new guy?” she hollers. “Annabelle fancies you.”
    At that, Annabelle shrieks and hits Nina on the arm. “No, I don’t! Pay no attention to Nina. She’s, like, totally mentally deficient. Failed all her summer exams.”
    “I did not!” Nina protests.
    Annabelle sniffs. “Nina, an
A
in sex ed doesn’t count.”
    “You just said he was cute,” Nina protests, pursing her lips, “and that he obviously fancies you.”
    Annabelle’s cheeks flame, and Bailey looks mortified.
    “Sorry, but I’m off girls for Lent,” he says.