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at his retreating back.
    â€˜Well? Do I have to do it for you, sweetheart?’ she mocked.
    Rach nudged me gently.
    I quickly trotted after the gorgeous figure and coughed a few times so I didn’t look like I was stalking him across the front oval. He didn’t hear me. He’d put in his iPod earphones already.
    So, I’d have to touch him on first meeting. How embarrassing. I poked him a little too hard in the back. The boy stumbled forward and spun around. With a quizzical look, he raised his eyebrows.
    â€˜Yo,’ he said, and folded his arms.
    â€˜Uh, hi,’ I said, checking behind me as a damsel in distress would for my cavalry. No one came.
    He flicked a look at his shiny watch and oozed impatience. I nearly faltered.
    â€˜Uh, my name is Daisy and I’m the captain of this school.’ I pointed to my badge at the same time and immediately wanted to kick myself for it.
    â€˜Cool.’ He put his earphones back in and turned to go.
    â€˜No wait,’ I said, not knowing at all how to continue this awkward conversation.
    â€˜Look, I’m going to be late for school. Can you hurry this up? Get to the point?’ He pulled one earphone out long enough to finish his sentence.
    â€˜Well.’ I rubbed my hands together nervously. ‘On behalf of the senior girls at St Dominic’s college, I would like to welcome you as a visitor to our campus,’ I said officially, spreading my hands wide in welcome. And it still didn’t come out right.
    He smiled arrogantly and walked away. Skye was already shaking her head and smiling with glee when I returned.
    â€˜Useless,’ she waved her hand at me. ‘Now he’ll think all of us are as deathly boring as you. Thanks a lot, loser.’ Her entire posse turned on cue to follow her, leaving only Rach and me.
    Rach smiled. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said. ‘He looks like a tosser, anyway.’ She put her right arm through my left and we walked to the locker bay.

    The aftershock hit me hard. I kept playing the scene over and over in my head like a skipping record. It’s like, fine, I don’t know the guy, so the first meeting would always be strange, but he didn’t have to be so arrogant. Does he get girls coming up to him so often introducing themselves that he can afford to fob them off?
    Rach bore the brunt of my exasperation at lunchtime until she got sick of hearing about it. ‘Daisy, either try again tomorrow, or ignore him. Don’t let him get to you, or the other girls for that matter. Why not step back and let them embarrass themselves next time and we can laugh at them, mm? Would that cheer you up?’
    But my sense of determination surprised me. I had to fix this. I needed to show him that I was his equal and could get anyone as good looking as him. Whether it was true or not was irrelevant. I would show him. I wasn’t sure how, mind you, but I’d figure it out.
    I used the rest of the day wisely. I plotted revenge and death in as many ways I could think of, without getting caught. I was on a mission to bring this guy down, and it would be tomorrow.

    As Roman walked me home I couldn’t help but be distracted. I had thought about ‘rude boy’ so much that I changed his name from ‘mysterious hotty’. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come so I could display my brazen fury. I figured I needed a second opinion, so I asked Roman’s advice, indirectly.
    â€˜Hey Roman, you know when a girl tries to talk to you and you don’t technically know her but you don’t want to be rude but you end up being rude anyway because you don’t know her?’ I tried to act like I was asking for a friend instead of myself.
    He looked totally confused but supportive. ‘Yeah sure. But no. Why?’
    â€˜So what should a girl do if the guy is really rude? Should she ignore him or give him a chance to explain himself