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impression. “So you want to play dirty, Hockers?” I nodded. He shrugged. “Fine. I’ll think about it.”
    I grinned and gave him a bear hug. “Yay! Love you, Wes!”
    He smiled and shrugged me off. “Yeah, whatever, Hox, I said maybe!”
    I wasn’t too bothered about that though, because if I helped him get Barbie then he would be too happy to care what I say or do, and would definitely say yes to Jonah in our tent. A whole weekend of Jonah, his godly self just one compartment away. I was bouncing with excitement.
    All I had to do was set up A Plan.

“Are you sure my hair looks OK?” Wes asked for the third time as we sat in our regular seats in registration, at the back of the class for blatantly obvious reasons, waiting for Mr Clumfield to start taking the register.
    Mr Clumfield is a legend. We actually couldn’t have a better form tutor. He’s so funny – in his cracking Yorkshire accent he tells us a different joke every Monday morning that he learnt at the pub with his mates on the Friday before, to “make our start to the week that bit brighter”; and he has a proper dishy smile matched with deep, dark eyes, which makes me feel a little bit faint some days. He’s also my English teacher, which is pretty cool, and just makes anyone feel welcome whenever. And he also shaved his (really hairy) legs for charity last year, and wore a skirt for the rest of the week. In the middle of November. Like I said, he’s just a bit legendary in our school.
    He was sat at his desk, with his own particular mug that says “CLUMMEISTER!” (God knows where he gets these things), scribbling away at some work or something. He furiously scratched something out with his pen and stood up suddenly with that full-of-fun grin and mischievous eyes.
    â€œAll right, guys, let’s kick off your Monday. There are two muffins in an oven. One of the muffins says to the other muffin: ‘Whoa, mate, it’s hot in here!’ – the other muffin screams and cries, ‘Ahhh, a talking muffin!’”
    I laughed, at least, along with the girls from my Blodge class, where instead of discussing plant and animal cells, we just sit and plan what we’re going to wear Friday night. Faye Nichols and Jessi Townsend – they’re those kind of girls who are pretty, intelligent and quiet, but like a good giggle. Amongst those laughing there were obviously the Mortimer twins, Maddie Adams and their crew of jokers. Maddie has one of those infectious laughs, and laughs at anything and everything – she’s a right ray of sunshine on a cloudy day – and paired with Remi and Arno, the Mortimer twins, they could possibly form the most side-splitting trio known to man. The twins have a band called The Mechanicals, and they play locally for the youth club; not the best band in the world, but the boys know how to charm a crowd, and they help out at The Venue in town as roadies for the visiting bands there. It’s pretty cool.
    Then on the far side of the room the geeky girls, led by Verity Carter, who eagerly sit at the front (and who I know for a fact write “I heart Mr Clum” in the backs of their homework diaries), went into fits of giggles too, but that was more to do with the fact that they fancy the pants off him than the hilariosity of his joke. Obviously, no giggles came from the tables nearest the doors – the kids like Henry Stags and Carly Lane who think they’re hardcore because they listen to heavy-metal grunge and wear too much eyeliner – obviously they can’t laugh because they’re “making a statement” or whatever. I don’t know exactly what the statement they are trying to make is, but if you can’t crack a smile once in a while then I’m not sure if it’s worth it.
    Of course, Wes laughed too. Mr Clumfield is totally his idol. He stays behind some days to talk to him about