activity going on at this moment.
âSee,â she says to us through clenched teeth. âStill think Iâm making it up?â
Adrian shrugs. âIsnât it just easier to not think about it until he actually asks you out? Whatâs the point?â
Cameron lets out a laugh. âYeah right.â
âOr how about you just forget about him altogether?â Paula tells Jane when the bell rings and weâre packing away our books.
âWhy would I do that?â Jane says. âI like him.â
I canât help myself. âFor his personality ?â I say incredulously.
Jane rolls her eyes. âI know he picks on you both sometimes. And heâs been totally out of line with you, Mina.â
âWow. But not with me?â Paula says, eyes flashing.
Jane thinks for a moment, searching for the right words. âMaybe if you just, you know, tone it down a little.â
âSure. I can do that,â Paula says. âIâll stop being myself to make it easier for Terrence to resist acting like an arsehole.â
âI didnât mean it that way.â
âWhy do people always say that?â I murmur.
âHuh?â
âNever mind.â
âItâs fine,â Paula says. âReally. Congratulations on your taste in guys.â
Jane, wounded, walks off slowly by herself.
*
It comes as a complete shock when Mr Morello pairs Michael and me for an assignment. We have to vox pop five strangers about how they define Australian culture.
âAt least heâs cute,â Paula whispers to me.
âDark brooding eyes and a dimple can only get a person so far.â
âWhat? Youâve been keeping an inventory of his looks? That doesnât sound like indifference to me.â
I hit her playfully on the shoulder. âMorelloâs leaning against his chair again. Thereâs muscle flexing. Lap it up.â
Michael walks up to me after class. âSo. Morello can do irony, hey?â
âLooks like it. So when do you want to do it?â
âHey, Mina, steady now. You move fast!â Terrence bursts out laughing.
My face reddens.
Michael growls at Terrence to shut up.
âSorry, sorry,â Terrence says, not maliciously, but insincerely. Iâm still trying to figure him out. Heâs part malevolent douchebag, part class clown.
He walks off with Fred, still laughing.
Iâm too embarrassed and angry to hang around to talk to Michael about the assignment. I turn on my heels and walk out of the classroom.
Michael
I find myself stealing glances Minaâs way in English, watching her laugh and chat with Paula or Cameron. I try to concentrate but my feelings are clumsy, like untied shoelaces I keep tripping over.
I walk into the library and find her sitting near the window reading, her legs propped up on a chair in front of her. I approach her, nervous for some stupid reason. But not for a second am I going to show it.
I slide into the seat across from her and put my bag down on the desk.
âHey.â
She eyes me warily.
âSorry,â I say.
âFor what?â she snaps.
I donât get her. I feel like giving her a Dummiesâ Guide to Teenage Boys and informing her that:
a. Boys donât apologise easily.
b. Girls are usually impressed when a boy apologises.
c. Ergo be impressed with me.
Sheâs staring at me, waiting for me to respond.
âWell, Iâm sorry for what I said in our first class, but youâve already rejected that apology. And I guess Iâm sorry for the fight . . . but Iâm not sure why really, seeing as you had nothing to do with it. But still youâre making me feel guilty for some strange reason, so thatâs another apology you can reject. And Iâm sorry for Terrence, which you have also managed to throw back in my face.â
âI donât get you,â is her response.
âHuh?â
âOne minute youâre reject the refugees ! The
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn