““And I really don’t want to go back yet.” “I wouldn’t either,” Kelly says. “Not if a boy like Luca were after me.” I blush. “He isn’t really after me,” I mumble. “Violet.” Kelly rolls her eyes. “I saw you two sitting in the window seat. I know what it looks like when two people have just been snogging, okay? You were all…” I’m dying to know what she’s going to say. I want to hear that Luca looked completely dazed and blown away, that he had stars in his eyes and was staring at me as if I were the most beautiful girl in the world. I am tragic. “…disheveled,” she concludes. I can’t help grinning, which definitely helps; at least it’s a moment of light relief.””
