Standing on the moors in the wind and rain in the middle of the night. HeathCLIFF. CaTHEEEE. Dying of pneumonia and
haunting each other. All that good stuff.’
Now he’s being patronising, I thought. ‘But the clairvoyant clearly made it up because she’s another one who knows what people like to hear.’
‘If you say so,’ he said with another of his grins.
‘I think I might have to punch you in a minute,’ I said.
Finn was almost laughing now. ‘Girls often say that to me. Why do you think that is?’
‘Because you’re infuriating. I hate it when people tell me what I’m thinking; you don’t know me or what I believe.’
Finn looked deeply into my eyes in a way that made me blush again. ‘So maybe I could get to know you.’
‘I . . . but. . .’ I stuttered as an image of him with the girl from the Heath flashed through my mind though he did just say that he hadn’t met the right girl yet. God, it was
confusing. Maybe he was just saying that because he knew it was the kind of thing girls want to hear, like, I haven’t met The One but you might be her. ‘I’m going to go now before
I push you in the canal.’
‘Have you thought about seeing anyone about this violent streak of yours? Like anger management classes?’
‘I am not violent!’
‘Er, you want to punch me and push me in the canal.’
Once again, that mocking expression on his face. What was it about him that made me so mad?
‘OK. Going now,’ I said and this time I did turn and walk away. I couldn’t believe the cheek of him. He knew I’d seen him with his girlfriend, twice even! But he must
have met lots of girls who didn’t care that he was in a relationship. Well I’m not going to be one of his groupies, like a Little Miss Available, I thought as I headed back up to
the main road. He’s full of himself, a flirt and patronising. I am so not interested, Finn O’Brady.
‘Good luck with your search,’ Finn called after me. ‘Let me know if any of them mention me.’
I turned back to him. ‘I’m not searching. Happy as lam.’
‘If you say so.’
I walked a bit further, then couldn’t resist turning round again. He turned at exactly the same time.
‘I knew you wanted me,’ he called.
‘In your dreams,’ I called back, but we were both smiling.
Chapter Eight
The following week, there was no getting away from Henrietta. On Monday evening, I got home to find that Owen had sent me a badge in the post. It said Reincarnation is
making a comeback. Very funny. Somehow the story about my clairvoyant experience had even got around school. On Wednesday, before assembly, I heard that Mac Johnson in the Upper Sixth, who
fancies himself as a Casanova, had apparently been telling every girl he met that he’d known her in a past life. His latest chat-up line and some gullible girls were even stupid enough to
believe him.
I was so glad I hadn’t told Finn the full story and prayed that he didn’t hear it from someone else. He’d have teased me even more than he’d done when he only knew the
vague details. However, he’d obviously been thinking about what we’d talked about because on Wednesday evening, I saw that he’d sent me an email.
Hi Jo
Wondering if what you told me at the Lock might be a great idea for an article for the magazine? Clairvoyants, psychics, fortune-tellers. Girls are so
into all that stuff aren’t they? Hoping to hear that they’re going to meet The One, etc. I’m going to source some local psychics and the like and thought you and Effy
could do the research and write it up. I think it could be good. Ben could take some pics to go with what you write, so you could have a chat with him too.
Finn
PS: I’ll send you the list.
PPS: Let me know what they say about me.
What a cheek, I thought as I printed it out to show the girls at school. Let him know what they say about him. Such a flirt. But I couldn’t deny the fact
that I was well chuffed to have heard from him.
I was
haunting each other. All that good stuff.’
Now he’s being patronising, I thought. ‘But the clairvoyant clearly made it up because she’s another one who knows what people like to hear.’
‘If you say so,’ he said with another of his grins.
‘I think I might have to punch you in a minute,’ I said.
Finn was almost laughing now. ‘Girls often say that to me. Why do you think that is?’
‘Because you’re infuriating. I hate it when people tell me what I’m thinking; you don’t know me or what I believe.’
Finn looked deeply into my eyes in a way that made me blush again. ‘So maybe I could get to know you.’
‘I . . . but. . .’ I stuttered as an image of him with the girl from the Heath flashed through my mind though he did just say that he hadn’t met the right girl yet. God, it was
confusing. Maybe he was just saying that because he knew it was the kind of thing girls want to hear, like, I haven’t met The One but you might be her. ‘I’m going to go now before
I push you in the canal.’
‘Have you thought about seeing anyone about this violent streak of yours? Like anger management classes?’
‘I am not violent!’
‘Er, you want to punch me and push me in the canal.’
Once again, that mocking expression on his face. What was it about him that made me so mad?
‘OK. Going now,’ I said and this time I did turn and walk away. I couldn’t believe the cheek of him. He knew I’d seen him with his girlfriend, twice even! But he must
have met lots of girls who didn’t care that he was in a relationship. Well I’m not going to be one of his groupies, like a Little Miss Available, I thought as I headed back up to
the main road. He’s full of himself, a flirt and patronising. I am so not interested, Finn O’Brady.
‘Good luck with your search,’ Finn called after me. ‘Let me know if any of them mention me.’
I turned back to him. ‘I’m not searching. Happy as lam.’
‘If you say so.’
I walked a bit further, then couldn’t resist turning round again. He turned at exactly the same time.
‘I knew you wanted me,’ he called.
‘In your dreams,’ I called back, but we were both smiling.
Chapter Eight
The following week, there was no getting away from Henrietta. On Monday evening, I got home to find that Owen had sent me a badge in the post. It said Reincarnation is
making a comeback. Very funny. Somehow the story about my clairvoyant experience had even got around school. On Wednesday, before assembly, I heard that Mac Johnson in the Upper Sixth, who
fancies himself as a Casanova, had apparently been telling every girl he met that he’d known her in a past life. His latest chat-up line and some gullible girls were even stupid enough to
believe him.
I was so glad I hadn’t told Finn the full story and prayed that he didn’t hear it from someone else. He’d have teased me even more than he’d done when he only knew the
vague details. However, he’d obviously been thinking about what we’d talked about because on Wednesday evening, I saw that he’d sent me an email.
Hi Jo
Wondering if what you told me at the Lock might be a great idea for an article for the magazine? Clairvoyants, psychics, fortune-tellers. Girls are so
into all that stuff aren’t they? Hoping to hear that they’re going to meet The One, etc. I’m going to source some local psychics and the like and thought you and Effy
could do the research and write it up. I think it could be good. Ben could take some pics to go with what you write, so you could have a chat with him too.
Finn
PS: I’ll send you the list.
PPS: Let me know what they say about me.
What a cheek, I thought as I printed it out to show the girls at school. Let him know what they say about him. Such a flirt. But I couldn’t deny the fact
that I was well chuffed to have heard from him.
I was
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