Forget Me Never by Gina Blaxill

Author:Gina Blaxill [Blaxill, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi, pdf
Tags: english eBooks
ISBN: 9781447208068
Publisher: Pan Macmillan
Published: 2012-07-15T08:55:43+00:00

SOPHIE

Cherie’s threats worried me enough to call Reece on Saturday morning. He was usually up earlier than me – he preferred doing things to lying in – but I waited until ten, just to show I wasn’t that concerned. He picked up on the fourth ring, sounding irritatingly perky.

‘Hey – newsflash! I’m still alive! So are Mum and Neve. Told you it’d be OK.’

If he’d been in front of me, I’d have smacked him. ‘Not funny.’

I heard a mumble in the background; Reece wasn’t alone. It was probably the cricket guys; he usually had practice on Saturday mornings. Suddenly I felt like I was intruding – I’d just assumed he’d be on hand to hang out today.

‘So . . .’ Reece said. I heard scuffling and the volume of voices lessened, as though he was walking away. ‘Fancy that barbecue tonight?’

I sighed. ‘Are you trying to prove how unscared and macho you are? Give over!’

‘It’ll be fine! Mr McIntyre all but said there’d be cricketers coming. I’m not missing that. Cherie and Aiden might not show. Even if they do, they won’t try anything on in a crowded place. Stop being such a worry-guts.’

Reece went on at me until I agreed to go with him – sometimes with Reece it was easiest to just do as he said. And I had to admit I was curious to see the people Dani had worked with. Only a few had showed at her funeral. Maybe someone would be able to tell me something, especially if they’d had a bit to drink.

We met at seven outside Hampstead tube station. When the lift doors opened and Reece stepped out I did a bit of a double take. I’d never seen him looking this smart before – he was generally a jeans, T-shirt and trainers person. As he came through the barriers I said, ‘Since when do you do waistcoats and trendy shirts?’

Reece made a face at me. He’d done something to his hair too – sort of slicked parts of it up. It made him look very different – and actually pretty cool. ‘Goodness sake, Soph! I told you this was a smart do. Couldn’t you have made an effort? Like, even a tiny one? I bet you didn’t even change before coming out.’

‘Free country.’ I felt defensive; while people from school often laughed at my clothes, Reece never had. I was wearing my usual denim shorts, cardi and a sleeveless top I’d sewn patches of patterned material on to. Feeling self-conscious, I glanced away, fiddling with my necklace.

Reece made a sighing noise. ‘I know you’re into the charity-shop thing, and that’s cool, but treating yourself to something wouldn’t hurt.’

‘When did you become Gok Wan?’ I snapped. ‘Like what, exactly?’

Reece pointed at a shop across the road. One of the window models wore a yellow-green dress – quite short and very plain apart from black lace on the neckline.

‘You’d look all right in that,’ he said. Then, hastily, ‘Not that you don’t look nice the rest of the time.

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