notes scattered around him, instead of stepping over them like some sort of android, he stopped, picked Teegan up and gave her a sincere smile. What a gentleman.
‘Clearly, her decorative exterior has won him over...’
‘I just knew she’d be busy chasing Mark Knightly,’ Mouche said.
‘You are so psychic, I can almost hear her thoughts, ’ I replied.
‘True. You are so telepathic,’ Mouche added.
‘She’s just pretending to be nice. Why can’t he see through her?’ I mused.
‘Absolutely,’ Mouche replied. ‘If only they’d learnt what we have...men have zero radar for feminine wiles...’
‘I’ve noticed...’ I stated succinctly.
‘High school is an anthropological exercise at the best of times,’ Mouche replied.
The faces of Joel, Teegan, Mark, Peter and Ethan merged into the crowd as she spoke. Ethan was a pianist, the others have been introduced. Two Princesses and one listed male (Jet) were missing, but we knew they’d make an appearance sooner rather than later.
With morning classes over, I was sitting alone at lunch with the unfilled diary, wearing my Sunrise High oversized sweatshirt and my black cut off ballet tights (the black pair layered over the pink). I was busy plotting a course of action for the remainder of the day and waiting for Mouche to get out of class. Sitting at a lunch table, sipping fizzy water through a bendy straw with the sun peeping in through the long bay windows of the room was conducive to dreaming. I kept imagining the boys on my list and what they’d look like given a style make-over and some re-programming, when Mouche arrived early.
‘I already have the order of dating in mind...but there are quite a lot of them and only one or two I can actually see potential chemistry with...’
‘Good,’ I said, ‘me too, that will make things less complicated.’
‘It says here men hate over-achievers ...’ Mouche said as she carefully applied some lip balm from a tiny container.
‘Mmm...we’ll just have to re-educate the boys on that one.’
‘Here, I signed the contract in lipstick pencil. Want some?’
‘I don’t think that’s legal.’
‘I added my signature in pen just in case...’
‘Listen, I’ve been thinking,’ Mouche said. ‘Why don’t we just...help each other in the beginning, see what we come up with, pool our dating resources in the so called ‘dating guide’ then go for it for the last few dates. See how much useful treasure we can get from the first ‘dates’ without them knowing they’re just being used for information and teach the boys a thing or two in the process.’
As we ate, we made notes. A few boys from the opposite table actually looked up. Like I said, Mouche had re-vamped her look (and so had I) but hers was obviously working particularly well in relation to Jet Campbell. Jet has a fabulously inoffensive smile. He is about the same height as Mark and as fair as Mark is dark-haired and seemingly a hundred times more amiable, completely unaware of the annoying idiosyncrasies of those around him. Freya is messing up Jet’s hair and I can see him staring at her fake diamond necklace, sparkling in the lunch room light.
‘It’s sad that men are so attracted to artifice, but also very true according to the Young Ladies Guide and my own limited experience,’ I told Mouche.
‘Agreed,’ Mouche replied, highlighting a chapter titled, ‘How to please your potential husband, ’ written in 1963.
Have you ever felt like someone else has stolen your life? I was daydreaming after writing notes on Mark Knightly ( tall, British-like, uptight ) and I was imagining how divine it would be to star in a hipper, teen remake of Pride and Prejudice , we could just call it Pride ...when Mouche interrupted my train of thought.
‘Oh, by the way...I have to tell you
‘Clearly, her decorative exterior has won him over...’
‘I just knew she’d be busy chasing Mark Knightly,’ Mouche said.
‘You are so psychic, I can almost hear her thoughts, ’ I replied.
‘True. You are so telepathic,’ Mouche added.
‘She’s just pretending to be nice. Why can’t he see through her?’ I mused.
‘Absolutely,’ Mouche replied. ‘If only they’d learnt what we have...men have zero radar for feminine wiles...’
‘I’ve noticed...’ I stated succinctly.
‘High school is an anthropological exercise at the best of times,’ Mouche replied.
The faces of Joel, Teegan, Mark, Peter and Ethan merged into the crowd as she spoke. Ethan was a pianist, the others have been introduced. Two Princesses and one listed male (Jet) were missing, but we knew they’d make an appearance sooner rather than later.
With morning classes over, I was sitting alone at lunch with the unfilled diary, wearing my Sunrise High oversized sweatshirt and my black cut off ballet tights (the black pair layered over the pink). I was busy plotting a course of action for the remainder of the day and waiting for Mouche to get out of class. Sitting at a lunch table, sipping fizzy water through a bendy straw with the sun peeping in through the long bay windows of the room was conducive to dreaming. I kept imagining the boys on my list and what they’d look like given a style make-over and some re-programming, when Mouche arrived early.
‘I already have the order of dating in mind...but there are quite a lot of them and only one or two I can actually see potential chemistry with...’
‘Good,’ I said, ‘me too, that will make things less complicated.’
‘It says here men hate over-achievers ...’ Mouche said as she carefully applied some lip balm from a tiny container.
‘Mmm...we’ll just have to re-educate the boys on that one.’
‘Here, I signed the contract in lipstick pencil. Want some?’
‘I don’t think that’s legal.’
‘I added my signature in pen just in case...’
‘Listen, I’ve been thinking,’ Mouche said. ‘Why don’t we just...help each other in the beginning, see what we come up with, pool our dating resources in the so called ‘dating guide’ then go for it for the last few dates. See how much useful treasure we can get from the first ‘dates’ without them knowing they’re just being used for information and teach the boys a thing or two in the process.’
As we ate, we made notes. A few boys from the opposite table actually looked up. Like I said, Mouche had re-vamped her look (and so had I) but hers was obviously working particularly well in relation to Jet Campbell. Jet has a fabulously inoffensive smile. He is about the same height as Mark and as fair as Mark is dark-haired and seemingly a hundred times more amiable, completely unaware of the annoying idiosyncrasies of those around him. Freya is messing up Jet’s hair and I can see him staring at her fake diamond necklace, sparkling in the lunch room light.
‘It’s sad that men are so attracted to artifice, but also very true according to the Young Ladies Guide and my own limited experience,’ I told Mouche.
‘Agreed,’ Mouche replied, highlighting a chapter titled, ‘How to please your potential husband, ’ written in 1963.
Have you ever felt like someone else has stolen your life? I was daydreaming after writing notes on Mark Knightly ( tall, British-like, uptight ) and I was imagining how divine it would be to star in a hipper, teen remake of Pride and Prejudice , we could just call it Pride ...when Mouche interrupted my train of thought.
‘Oh, by the way...I have to tell you
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