As soon as I saw her face, I could see something was plaguing her. „Hey. You didn"t need to wait you know. I could have met you in class." We turned and walked up the last few steps and into the school corridor together. „Don"t be ridiculous. I was hoping you wouldn"t make it so we could skip altogether," she lied, flicking her hair at the same time so she could look in the other direction. I stuck to best friend code and didn"t say anything else. „You look like crap, by the way." Yep, friends for life! „No wonder you haven"t managed to wriggle your way into Lincoln"s arms yet. Girls aren"t the only ones who look at someone and imagine what kind of kids they would produce." She waved her hand up and down at me. „That"s not the reason we aren"t together, Steph." She raised her eyebrows. Okay, so she was right to a point. I"d barely brushed my hair this morning and my school uniform, which was daggy enough on its own, had been taken straight off my floor and hadn"t come within a peep of an iron.
