Page 115 of Oar Than Friends

I’ve got a special bonus question for you

Kate:

Is the answer ‘your dick?’

Oz:

Might be

Kate:

See … you’re an excellent teacher

I shut my phone off with a quiet chuckle, and peered out of the window. By my calculation I had forty-five minutesbefore we arrived back, which was just enough time for a power nap.

I was towel-drying my hair when Imogen and Hannah flung my door open and flopped down on the bed and desk chair respectively.

‘How did you make it back before us when you were so much further away?’

‘Not sure,’ I replied, picking up my brush in an attempt to rid myself of the tangled mass on top of my head. ‘You’re late back though.’

‘No thanks to Mary Heston,’ Hannah grumbled, biting into an energy bar. ‘Her mood’s been getting worse and worse, she was positively foul this morning. Urgh, I wish you were still in practice with us. It sucks without you.’

‘Say that again?’ I asked, yanking my brush through a particularly knotty knot.

‘She screamed at Ivy, then got called into Coach’s office and we all had to stay behind.’

‘Who screamed at Ivy?’

‘Mary Heston.’

‘She’s probably upset about Will.’ I yanked again.

‘Why?’ asked Imogen, who was now under my comforter and looked ready to fall back asleep. She couldn’t though, we had Professor Hecherty’s chemistry class at ten a.m. and we always stopped for second breakfast on the way.

I stopped brushing. Was I about to deliver some news that Imogen was yet to hear? ‘Will told me that they’d broken up. Happened last week.’

‘What?!’ she screeched. ‘No way!’

‘Wow,’ added Hannah, ‘no wonder she’s been on the rampage, and before the Boat Race as well. That’s really ruined her plans to be crowned winning president with him.’

‘Yeah, poor Will. I feel like she’d make his life a misery.’

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