“And if you don’t do everything exactly as I bid you here, my child, I will come back to haunt you,” I said.
Lydia looked at me as though I’d grown a pair of fangs.
I grinned at her. “Only joking! It’s your newspaper now, and as far as I’m concerned, you’re its sole lady and mistress.”
“I know you’re joking,” she said. “It’s just, you’re talking like you’re going to be dead instead of at uni.”
I was sitting in prep, bored.
This is a common state of mind for me in prep. Especially when the homework is Maths, Latin, Physics and Chemistry.
My hand itched to pick up a pencil but a) Jessica was supervising prep and b) I was nearly a prefect. Which kind of meant I had to behave. On one side of me, Clauds was surreptitiously playing hangman with Theresa Malone. She’s better watch herself. Jessica wasn’t stupid and was apparently a freak alien from Mars who had eyes in all four sides of her head; part of the same alien race that most of the teachers belonged to, that Mr S was Supreme Head Wonga-Wonga of. NB: Do not risk your life by drawing Mr S as Supreme Head Wonga-Wonga in prep.
On the other side of me was Ned (sigh) who actually appeared to be working. Swot. Well he was a prefect now as well AND he was actually good at physics and chemistry. When he’d bounded over to sit by me, tripping over a crack in a classroom floorboard on the way and nearly knocking Jen Adamson out with his flying schoolbag, it had been just like old times!
“So did Jen sort things out with Laurence, then?”
We lay entwined together, wallowing in the afterglow of a particularly vigorous fuck. There were so few precious nights left for us to take full advantage of my empty bedroom and, although we’ll be in WOMAD pretty much instantly after the end of term, we were still squeezing in as much sex as possible. Who knows if we’ll get to see each other through the long weeks of the summer holiday?
“Well, kind of,” I murmured, snuggling against the warmth of his chest. “They’ve agreed that if he catches her doing something really bad, he can’t punish her but he’s allowed to send her to someone else who will.”
“I’m kind of surprised she even agreed to that, to be honest.”
“Well, this was after like several days of negotiation. I think Rosie did a lot of work diplomacy-wise – that girl should so get a job at the UN or something.”
“Yeah.”
We lay in comfortable silence, stroking each other, kissing occasionally and generally revelling in the proximity and warmth of our naked bodies.
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