Blueberry Wishes by Kelly McKain Read Free Book Online Page B

via the gossip vine that we were together to get the message.
    To be honest, what I actually wanted to do was make a giant placard with MARCO IS MY BOYFRIEND written on it, and carry it round – but I’d definitely have looked a bit weird then. My brain was still whirring, trying to work out what to do next, when he gave me his big, gorgeous, lazy grin, said, “Hey, Abs”, slung his arm round my shoulders and carried on walking. There. That’s it. Perfect. Why can’t I think of cool stuff like that?
    The bell went and as we walked into class, just about everyone we saw said something about the cafe gig and how good it was. A really shallow bit of me was just LOVING walking down the corridor with the coolest guy in the year, who was my BOYFRIEND (oh, sorry, couldn’t help mentioning that again!) but mostly I was just so proud of Marco. The gig had been great, and he told me they were getting loads of hits on their site, and tons of good comments and photos posted on Facebook. Obviously I had to check out the pics on Summer’s phone before registration, and they really caught the warm, fun, tea-lighted atmosphere.
    Then Ben turned up, and I told them all about the new spa. Summer looked really gutted for me, and Ben and Marco didn’t seem sure what to say. “Is there anything we can do?” Summer asked.
    â€œI’m hoping you’ll help me make some leaflets of our own,” I told them. “We’re doing a free manicure with every body treatment.”
    â€œGood idea,” said Summer. “I’ve still got some Rainbow Beauty pictures saved on the computers in the Media Lab from stuff we’ve done before – we can use those to jazz it up.”
    I smiled at her. “That’s great. Are you all around at lunchtime?” I asked. “I’m going to see if we can use the lab then.”
    Ben and Summer were free, but Marco said, “I’ve got band practice, but I can put leaflets in the shops in town after school, and stick them on billboards and trees and stuff.” Oh, I could kiss that boy, I thought. And I nearly did. But just then, Mrs. Leavis walked into our form room. We were 10L now, and as well as being our new form teacher, she took us for Geography and she was really nice. The first thing she talked about when she’d done the register was how it was all about GCSEs now. She kept mentioning building blocks and stepping stones and other ways of saying that this year is very, very important, even though we’re not doing most of our actual exams until Year 11. I thought it was just Mrs. Leavis, because she’s our form teacher, but everywhere we went all day we got the same talk.
    When I went to the staffroom at break to ask Mr. Mac about using the Media Lab, he didn’t hesitate to sign passes for me, Ben and Summer to be in there at lunchtime. He even said I could just pay cost price for the leaflets, so it worked out far cheaper than using a print shop.
    So, as soon as the bell went after French, us three grabbed sandwiches from the canteen and headed over there. We designed the leaflets, then printed out batches on massive A3 sheets of glossy paper on the colour printer.
    As we worked, I noticed that any awkwardness between Summer and Ben seemed to have completely melted away. Ben was happy because he got the total boy-job of chopping the A3 sheets into individual leaflets on the giant razor-sharp guillotine (Mr. Mac was in there doing some prep by that time, so he got it out of the store cupboard for us) and Summer and I got massively girly with the design and made Rainbow Beauty look like heaven on earth.
    I felt so much better after we’d actually done something to counteract the new spa that I got really giggly and silly and completely embarrassed myself in Maths, thanks to my uncontrollable mouth. When Mrs. Croft announced that we’d be starting our preparation for our first piece of GCSE coursework