Chapter 11

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“Just so you know,” Charley said on Monday afternoon, “I’m not stupid.”

Monday was more or less the only day that they left school together. Charley was everything Jayden was not at school: outgoing, confident, and involved. She wasn’t afraid to join all the clubs she wanted. But then, girls didn’t get bullied for joining the dance club.

“I never said you were?” Jayden hedged. “Want to come over?” he added. “Mum took the day off to sort out the garden.” Which meant she’d broken off at lunchtime to obsessively bake, like always. For being so young, Jayden suspected Mum was secretly a 1950's housewife.

“Yes!” Charley beamed, then promptly punched him in the arm. “Come on. You’ve been distracted all week, and you won’t stop going over that stupid storyboard of—oh don’t give me that look, I’m sure it’s great, but you have to admit that you’ve been obsessing.”