>>25839661"Yesterday was a bit weird. I'm sorry about that. Look, why don't you come round to mine after school today and we can finish what we started, okay?"
"Finish what - oh, the project. You meant the project. Right, Chris?" There's a slightly dangerous edge to her voice.
"Of course I did. Belle."
"Dammit, I've told you a million times..."
"And you'll have to tell me once more, I'm sure. It'll have to be after dinner - how about 7pm, does that sound good?"
"... Sure. Seven o'clock, your place. Then you can finish this damn project off and we won't have it hanging over our heads for another two weeks."
The rest of the Biology class passes in relative silence (apart from Mr Coombs' tirades at anyone who makes a mistake). A brief pause to catch your breath and then you're off to Maths class, where you expect you'll end up sitting next to Jill again. But maybe this lesson will still be a little bit different from all those previous Maths classes...
((That's all for tonight, folks. See you tomorrow. In the meantime, sweet dreams.))