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First published in Great Britain in ebook format in 2015
Published in this ebook edition by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2020
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Source ISBN: 9780008389666
Ebook Edition © July 2020 ISBN: 9780008147877
Version: 2020-08-05
‘Yes, very indifferent indeed,’ said Elizabeth, laughingly. ‘Oh, Jane, take care.’
‘My dear Lizzy, you cannot think me so weak, as to be in danger now?’
‘I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever.’
Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
Contents
One
Charlie
Nick
Charlie
Nick
Two
Charlie
Nick
Charlie
Nick
Charlie
Nick
Three
Charlie
Nick
Charlie
Nick
Four
Charlie
Nick
Five
Charlie
Nick
Charlie
Nick
Six
Charlie
Nick
About Alice Oseman
Books by Alice Oseman
About the Publisher
As Head Boy of Truham Grammar School, I’ve done many things. I got drunk on the wine at parents’ evening. I’ve been photographed with the mayor three times. I once accidentally made a Year 7 cry.
But none of that was quite as bad as having to stop everyone in Year 13 from enjoying their final day of school, which is what our head teacher, Mr Shannon, is trying to make me do right now.
It’s probably worth mentioning that my boyfriend of two years, Nick Nelson, is one of those Year 13s.
‘You don’t mind, do you?’ Mr Shannon leans on the common-room table where I’m supposed to be revising for my exams but am actually watching Mac DeMarco concerts on my phone. ‘It’s all got a bit out of hand and I think they’d be more likely to listen to you than me, if you see what I mean.’
‘Erm …’ I shoot a look at my friend Tao Xu who’s sitting next to me eating a packet of Galaxy Minstrels. He raises his eyebrows at me as if to say, ‘Sucks to be you’.
I don’t really want to say yes.
Year 13’s final day of school is High School Musical themed. They’ve hung a giant ‘East High’ sign over the Truham one at the school gate. They’ve been playing the soundtrack on classroom computers, so wherever you are in the school you can hear a High School Musical song playing from somewhere, but you’re
