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she saw that they were cutting
     lines of cocaine with a black credit card.
    ‘Fancy some blow?’ Charlie asked when he noticed Jo watching them. He gave her a cruel smile. ‘As you’re a friend of Amelia’s
     I’ll let you have the first line for free.’
    Jo shook her head, but Charlie laughed in her face. It was a different laugh to the one Jo had seen when he was with Amelia.
     It was mean.
    ‘You know you want to,’ he said, leaning towards her. Jo could smell the alcohol on his breath, and she squirmed slightly.
     She didn’t want to seem rude, but she didn’t like Amelia’s boyfriend leaning in so close.
    ‘Fat bitches like you are always desperate for coke,’ Charlie leered, and his voice was syrupy. ‘It’s the only thing that
     stops you eating … although looking like you do, I imagine you don’t get much very often. Go on, Jo-Jo,’ he encouraged nastily.
     ‘I bet you’d mainline it if it was sugar.’
    A young-looking blonde girl came over to them, and she hung her arms around Charlie’s neck while giving Jo a critical once-over.
     Charlie began to stroke her hair, and Jo could see she was wearing a tiny, flimsy scrap of material that doubledup as a dress. As Charlie’s hands moved down past her neck and on to her breasts, Jo didn’t know where to look, but as soon
     as they started kissing passionately, she fled.
    Amelia was sitting at their table in the VIP area, and she beamed when she saw Jo approach. She didn’t notice that she was
     out of breath from rushing back to her.
    ‘Isn’t Charlie great?’ Amelia gushed, and for a second Jo wondered if she was talking about her boyfriend or cocaine.
    ‘He’s … he’s certainly a charmer,’ Jo said, hesitantly, and that was all Amelia needed to start singing his praises.
    ‘He’s amazing – so much cooler than those stupid little boys I used to write love letters to when we were at school. And …’
     she said, leaning towards Jo conspiratorially, ‘he is incredible in bed. He makes me come every single time. It’s unheard
     of!’
    Jo took a sip of her drink.
    ‘And he’s just so nice to me,’ Amelia continued, blissfully unaware that Jo’s face was like thunder. ‘He’s always giving me
     free drinks. I joke that he’s trying to get me drunk, but he’s just such a sweet guy he wouldn’t do that. Mummy adores him;
     she calls him my bit of “rough” even though he went to Eton. You can see why he’s one of Winchester’s most eligible bachelors
     – every girl wants to be with him!’ she cooed, and Jo downed her drink in one, despite it tasting like cough mixture.
    ‘Do you trust him not to go with them?’ she said flatly.
    ‘He doesn’t even notice other girls,’ Amelia slurred. ‘But don’t take my word for it, let me go and get him … Where did you
     leave him?’
    Jo panicked. She didn’t want Amelia to go and get Charlie at all, or worse, find him in a compromising situation with another
     girl, but she was already on her feet and looking around the bar. ‘Is he in a private room?’ she asked, and Jo shrugged. She
     hated not telling Amelia the truth, but
Cosmopolitan
always said never to get involved in other people’s relationships – especially if you suspected one of them to be having
     an affair.
    Amelia teetered on her heels and walked off, and suddenly Jo felt incredibly alone and vulnerable. She was the only person
     sitting in the VIP area, and it was like she was on a stage, with hundreds of people watching her every move. A particularly
     loud group of giggling, awkward-looking teenagers who were dressed in practically nothing and had far too much make-up on
     were strutting around close to her, and every so often one of them would look at Jo and puff her cheeks out. It was worse
     than school, Jo thought. At least at St Christopher’s she knew how to escape.
    Gathering all her courage, Jo stood up with as much dignity as she could muster, and moved into the main area of the bar.
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