Freshmen by Tom Ellen & Lucy Ivison

Author:Tom Ellen & Lucy Ivison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2018-06-12T00:00:00+00:00

Can’t BELIEVE you wouldn’t let us come. As if we really would have embarrassed you in front of Quidditch Bailer. Tell ITB that Negin is his ONE TRUE LOVE.

Negin had just written:

Do NOT tell ITB that. How’s the date going…?

On stage, ITB was now holding a small bell up to his microphone and ringing it gently in time to the drumbeat. I took another picture.

“I’m sure you’re interested in other stuff,” I said to Luke. Then, because it was dark, and I was half drunk and feeling brave, I added: “Just not quidditch, obviously.”

He turned to look at me and shook his head. “Honestly, Phoebe…I have wanted to talk to you about that for ages. Something just…came up, and I felt so, so bad about it and I actually really wanted to go and—”

“It’s fine. Actually, it’s really fun.” We both glanced at a couple exaggeratedly waltzing next to us.

The song ended, and Bowl-Cut jabbed her finger at me and Luke: “Yes! Big up my leaf memory class bredrins!”

A few people whooped around to us, and we both grinned at them. Then the music started bubbling and squelching again, with Bowl-Cut wailing all over it, and Luke said: “Come on, we’ve got to at least try to dance after she basically dedicated the gig to us….”

We made our way down to the front and started copying the Sherlock guy. It went from awkward to really, really fun in the space of about five seconds. After three songs, we were both laughing and sweating so much we had to go back to the bar.

“Honestly, can I come to the next thing?” Luke shouted into my ear as we ordered more drinks. “Quidditch, I mean. I really, genuinely want to.”

He stuck his hand out.

“We’ve shaken before, Luke Taylor,” I said. “You are not a man of your word.”

He pulled a leaf out of his pocket. “I swear on the rotten leaf of memory.”

“OK.” I shook his hand.

Then the lights came up, and Mary was bouncing down into the crowd, hugging people. She came over to us, with a few other girls in tow—including Sequined Skirt and Wedding Veil, who had now taken her wedding veil off.

“You guys came!” Mary howled, hugging us both.

“Of course.” Luke smiled.

She thumped the bar. “I demand to have some booze.” The bartender appeared and she started ordering.

I pointed at the FEMINIST CLUB badge on Wedding Veil girl’s lapel. “I feel bad, I still haven’t been to any meetings,” I said. “I signed up at Orientation Fair.”

“You should totally come.” Wedding Veil smiled at me and then at Luke. “You too.”

“Yeah, I’d definitely be up for it,” Luke said.

Bowl-Cut handed him a shot. “Luke’s on the soccer team, so he’s more into oppressing women than emancipating them, aren’t you, Luke?” She clearly meant it as a joke, but the girl with the sequined skirt bristled a bit, and stared at him hard. “Are you really on the soccer team?”

Luke nodded.

“So is all that Wall of Shame stuff true, then?” she asked, and suddenly everyone was looking at Luke.

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