twenty seven
Exam week comes, and I can practically smell the tension in the air, no one wanting to spend their summer holidays slaving away inside school while there's no air conditioning due to the expenses. Keeley and Jordan are irritatingly calm about the whole thing as they are every year, and I'm selfishly glad Cameron's just as stressed out as me.
Trystan takes me up on the offer of tutoring for my maths exams, which are of course dominating most of my worry. Every time I passed Mr Murray that week, I could feel his eyes boring into me, practically screaming I hope you enjoy summer school. I don't bring up the fact he thinks I'm pretty - I mean Trystan, not Mr Murray - and neither does he, making me both relieved as it saves any awkwardness on my part but also disappointed. Did h
