“I don’t know, we just don’t. She has her life at school here, and we’re at Wellington.” It’s been that way eversince the Valentine Fair three years ago. Since Annabel kissed me because she thought I was Miles.
“So Story doesn’t know about you and Katie Singh?”
I shake my head. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“You had sex with her all summer term.”
I shrug. “Yeah but we’re not seeing each other or anything. She knows I’m not interested in having a girlfriend at school.”
“Then maybe that’s what Story is doing. She’s not telling you anything because there’s nothing to tell, and she doesn’t want a boyfriend.”
“You think?”
Miles’s eyes meet mine through the mirror. He’s been standing in front of it, trying to get his hair in that messy way he always does. Messier than I like mine, but mostly because I can’t be bothered taking the time Miles does. Sometimes it’s weird being an identical twin because you don’t need a mirror. You can just look at them and decide whether something is good or not.
“Hen, you know what I think when it comes to Story.”
I roll my eyes and pull my phone out of my pocket. Yes, I know exactly what Miles thinks.
He still blames her for Annabel Stenson punching him in the face after she thought she’d been snogginghim, when in fact he was with Lauren MacCauley.
In his defense, and having been the one who actually snogged Annabel Stenson, it wouldn’t have happened if Annabel hadn’t launched herself at me. And it lasted twenty seconds max, enough time for me to get over the shock of it.
The worst part was hurting Story, because I’d reallywanted to kiss Story that day. It took me a month to get her to talk to me, and the valentine I had for her is still in my desk drawer.
“Can you just find out if she’s seeing that dickhead? Like, for real?”
He nods because, as much as he doesn’t like Story, he’ll do anything for me. “Yes, I’ll ask around Foxleigh, but you know who might know? Clem.”
My head snaps up to his. “Yes. You’re fucking right. Where is she?”
“Fuck knows.” Miles shakes his head, standing in front of me. “I look okay, right?”
“You look good. Shit hair, though.” I grin, adding a punch at the same time. “I need to find Clem, and don’t forget Mum wants you.”
HENDRICKS: Where are you?
HENDRICKS: Need a favor. Do u know Sam Pelling?
I wait for the dot dot dots, but they don’t come. God, she’s annoying. She’s literally glued to her phone, and the one time I need her, she’s vanished.
Miles has already rushed ahead of me, yelling, “Mum,” as he tries to find her. While he’s doing that, I refigure my day because I planned to spend it with Story.
HENDRICKS: Meet me on the hill in 30?
STORYTELLER: Sure thing. See you there, Henny.
I wanted to spend the afternoon hanging out on the hill, maybe go swimming, and get some drinks. Now I’ll be at the polo, and Story won’t come with me because she doesn’t like Miles. But Ihaveto be at the polo, and this isn’t a situation where I can use Miles to be in two places at once.
He’s in the kitchen when I eventually make it downstairs, though annoyingly, I haven’t found my sister.
“Is Clemmie here?”
“Nope.”
“Fuck. Okay, I’m taking Sprite for a walk. Tell Mum I’ll be back soon. If you see Clem, tell her to check her messages.” I pull him into the biggest hug I can. “I love you. You’re going to be amazing today, Milo. I’ll be cheering you so fucking loud.” I shove my hand into my pocket and pull out a lemon sherbet. “Frankie can have this if he scores.”
Miles glances down at his palm. “Why’ve you got lemon sherbets in your pocket?”
