Page 102 of The Wake-Up Call

But it’s not a relationship—it can’t be. There are rules.

I gnaw the inside of my lip as Lucas’s number rings and rings. No answer. I hang up and message Grigg, and then sit down on the edge of the very full bath.

I am more unsettled than I would like to be. Lucas and I are...a fling. We’re flinging. I shouldn’t care if he’s acting like a dickhead, walking out without saying goodbye. But I do, and that’s scaring me alot, and the overfull bath is making the whole thing feel especially dramatic.

I message him.

Are you OK? Where did you go?

He sees it but doesn’t reply. I can’t decide whether I’m worried or angry, but I hope it’s angry, because if I’m worried, that means I care, and Imustn’t. I’ve put my heart on the line for Lucas da Silva before and it was such a disaster. I am not a person who lets someone burn her twice. Life is too short for wasting time with people who don’t deserve you.

I’m fine. I just needed some space.

I stare at the message, baffled, until another pops up.

Apologies about the bath.

Ugh. This man. He isbewildering.I chuck my phone onto the bath mat and strip off. If I’m going to mope around about Lucas, I might as well make use of this bathwater. I sink into the water, my heart thumping hard, and I tilt my head back as the heat begins to relax my muscles.You don’t care about Lucas, I remind myself.He doesn’t care and you don’t care.But as I close my eyes, I can still feel my heart thudding in my ears, and it’s not slowing down.

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“Sweetie, I only have five minutes, Max,” Jem whispers into the phone. “It issocold out here. I may die of frostbite, andPiddles definitely feels the same way. But I have so much I want to say to you. I feel like I’m going to have to be Mean Jem.”

Jem is standing outside her parents’ house—if she takes a call inside, she’ll wake everybody up. It is so good to hear her voice. It’s the middle of the night and I am foraging in my fridge, because after lying awake for hours you really start to realise how long it’s been since your last meal. I don’t normally go this long without eating when I’m awake, so why start now?

“You know what I think your mum would say to you right now?”

Oof. Jem is one of the few people who will throw my parents into conversation without flinching. She lived on my road when we were at primary school, and was around at our place all the time—my dad used to joke that they’d only wanted one kid but it seemed this extra one came with the house. She’s the only person who could guess at what my mum would say and actually have me listen.

“She’d say you’re being stubborn as a mule and blind as a bat. How can you not see how much you love this boy?”

I stare wordlessly across my kitchen. I can hear Jem blowing on her hands to warm them up.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” she says.

“Yeah, hi, I can hear you, I just...What?”

“Izzy... I’m pretty sure you’ve loved him all year.”

“I have not! I hated him until about five minutes ago!”

“OK, so, let’s try this,” Jem says, “tell me the other people you’ve really hated in your life. People who give you that icky, skin-crawl, what-an-asshole feeling.”

I think about it. “Obviously evil dictators and stuff.”

“People you know, I mean.”

“Oh, Mr. Figgle!” I say, grabbing a bottle of milk and heading for the freezer. Milkshake. Milkshake is the answer. “Our old PE teacher, remember? He was so horrible to the kids who didn’t playsports, and do you remember he laughed at Chloe when she said it wasn’t fair that only the boys got to have a football team?”

“Anyone else?”

“Kyle from my interior design course,” I say. “He gaslit, like, six girls on the course. A total sleaze.”

“Gross. Go on.”

I think I’m already out. Hate is a strong word, and generally speaking I quite like most human beings. Except Lucas, obviously.

“So... did you want to have sex with either of those people?” Jem asks.

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