I look at her with an expression so far beyond incredulous that I’m certain that it comes across as more like malice. She thought Cranly was hot? That makes me want to gag. I try to think of how that might somehow confirm what I said about him, but it doesn’t. A bunch of Year Nines getting all woozy over him isn’t exactly scathing evidence that he is leading them on or taking advantage of them.
“The guy’s a f*****g arsehole, Jenny. You should stay away from him.”
“Whatever. You’re a d**k!” She turns.
“Have a d**k: doesn’t mean I am a dick.”
She groans and slams my door.
I flop back onto the mattress and hold the book that I grabbed up above my head. Wuthering Heights. Nope. Can’t deal with you tonight, Heathcliff. I drop it back on the floor and pull my phone out of my pocket. There’s
