demanded.
âAm I rude?â He seemed surprised by the question.
Lila could hardly frame her answer, she felt so annoyed. âYouâre the rudest guy Iâve ever met!â
Josh finished packing his bag in silence. Lila could feel her whole body trembling with irritation as they walked out of the history classroom side by side. If they had maths together, she promised herself she would sit as far away from Josh Taylor as she could.
FOUR
As they turned into the corridor, Josh looked at her.
âSorry,â he said a little awkwardly. âI didnât mean to be rude.â
So youâre talking to me now? Lila thought, turning her phone on. She wasnât prepared to forgive him quite yet.
âFriends?â he said.
âDonât push it,â Lila muttered.
âAcquaintances, then.â
âI can do acquaintances,â Lila conceded after a moment. She allowed herself to smile at him. When he smiled back, it transformed his face.
âSo,â he said. He sounded nervous. âAs an acquaintance, can I ask you a question?â
âWhat?â
He scratched his ear. âCan Iââ
Buzz .
They both looked at Lilaâs pocket. Josh looked annoyed by the interruption.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket.
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âThey confiscate those,â Josh said.
âTell me something I donât know,â Lila said irritably.
âLila!â
Ollie was skidding down the corridor towards her. She was relieved to see a friendly face.
âHow was history?â Ollie glanced at Josh. âBetween them, Josh and Ms Andrews probably bored you to death. Give this guy a chance and heâll tell you everything about Hitler right down to the size of his socks.â
âAt least I can talk about something other than football,â said Josh mildly.
Buzz. Buzz .
âThey confiscate phones around here,â said Ollie.
âI know ,â Lila sighed.
More kids joined them as they funnelled towards the maths block. With relief, Lila saw Pollyâs blue-black hair in the scrum, but the sight of Eveâs red mane as well made her uneasy again.
Buzz . Santiago couldnât keep doing this. It wasnât fair.
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Lila wasnât sure how it happened. One minute she was upright. The next, for the second time in as many hours, she was lying flat on her back among a sea of surprised faces with her belongings scattered everywhere.
When would her life stop being such a farce?
She suddenly glimpsed Eveâs face in the crowd. It was triumphant. Now she thought about it, she had felt something trip her up. She glared at Eve, but didnât say anything. She wouldnât give her the satisfaction.
Ollie and Pollyâs faces loomed over her.
âAre you OK?â asked Polly in concern.
âI tripped over my shoelace,â she said shortly.
âYou have to stop falling at my feet like this,â Ollie quipped. âPeople will talk.â
She couldnât help but feel a little better looking into his smiling eyes. He helped her to pick up her books, which had scattered halfway down the corridor. Polly picked up the stuff which had rolled in the opposite direction. Lila looked around the gathered crowd, but Josh had vanished.
âJosh hates drama,â Ollie said, noticing the way Lila was looking around. âYou wonât see him again today. No loss. âAt least I can talk about something other than football.â Right! Roll up for conversations on the most boring subjects in the universe!â
âItâs OK, Ollie,â said Polly, returning with several biros and Lilaâs calculator. âWe all know youâre threatened by Joshâs intellect.â
âHey!â Ollie protested.
Polly shrugged her shoulders. âWhat can I say? The brain shop was all sold out when it was your turn.â
Lila giggled at the look on Ollieâs face. It felt really