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you know?”
    Squinting, she tried to remember. “Uh, 10B, I think…”
    Our form. I had to stop myself from laughing; Wes was going to have a coronary.
    â€œCool, that’s our form! Me and my friend Wes, that’s him there, come and meet him.”
    I motioned over my shoulder to where Wes was, shredding a napkin, and I rolled my eyes. Couldn’t he be doing something to make him look cool, like texting or something? I made a mental reminder to teach him how to look good in front of people you’re trying to impress. I know I’m not an expert, what with the carrot massacre and everything, but goodness knows I know more than he does, obviously.
    We walked over to The Socially Awkward One and he looked up at Emily with a bit of a dazed expression on his face.
    â€œThis is Emily.”
    You could see the name pass into his brain and just swirl around, taking up all the space that was before occupied with thoughts on how to talk to human beings. He just nodded.
    I took a deep breath and soldiered on.
    â€œShe’s just moved here from America,” I explained, trying not to sound too much like a primary-school teacher.
    â€œHey,” she said with her killer smile. “How’re ya doing?”
    Wes looked like he couldn’t believe she was talking to him, then suddenly snapped into life.
    â€œYeah, I’m good, thanks, and yourself?”
    She smiled straight into his eyes.
    â€œI’m all the better for meeting you.”
    I raised my internal eyebrows. Was that a line ?! Or did it literally just mean that she was glad that she met him? Americans are friendly, so that might just have been her being nice, or it could have been—
    But I didn’t have time to analyze her body language or anything like that, because as quick as a flash she said:
    â€œOh my gosh, look at the time! I gotta get going! See ya at school, have a nice day!”
    And with a wave, she turned on her flip-flops and ran (with more agility than I’ll ever possess) out of the door, and the bell on top jingled as it shut behind her.
    I turned back to Wes, who was still staring at the door.
    â€œSo?” I asked, smirking at his awestruck face.
    He couldn’t speak for a second, then managed to force out a word.
    â€œEmily.”
    â€œYes. That’s her name, I’m glad you picked that up.”
    â€œShe’s American.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œShe’s blonde.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œShe’s gorgeous.”
    â€œMeh, I suppose if you’re into that whole plastic-looking thing, yeah…”
    â€œAnd she’s moved here … to Cathen … to our school?”
    â€œOur form, in fact.”
    He paused for a second.
    â€œGod is rewarding me for all of my good deeds, he’s sent her to me.”
    I cracked a mocking smile. “You don’t do good deeds! You don’t even do your own washing up! Juanita your maid does it! And you’re not religious!”
    He came out of his saintly daydream and frowned at me.
    â€œI do!”
    â€œOh yeah, Lameboy, name one!”
    â€œI … erm, I … I … brought you ice cream when you had that stomach bug and couldn’t come to school, a few months ago!” he finished triumphantly.
    â€œI couldn’t eat it, I was being sick!” I laughed. “I had to sit and watch you eat it all, whilst I wasn’t allowed to eat anything or else I’d throw up!”
    That got him.
    â€œIt was still a good deed…” he grumbled, backing down. He looked me straight in the eyes. “Well, if God didn’t send her to me, she must just be a very lucky coincidence.” He put on the hopeful eyes and gently tugged my sleeve. “Will you help me? You know I’m useless at everything.”
    I thought about it for a second.
    Then I had a genius idea.
    â€œCan Jonah stay in the tent?”
    Wes’s eyes narrowed, and he put on his best John Wayne