‘Do the right thing.’
What is that exactly?
20
HANNAH
THREE MONTHS LATER…
Icouldn't believe Theo wasn't well enough to come to the residential.
In fact, Ididn'tbelieve it.
He'd been acting so strangely; I'd kind of given up on asking him what was wrong.
I stared glumly out of the bus window as I felt someone slide into the seat beside me.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
I turned to see Jax grinning at me, his dark hair flopping into his eyes as I groaned inwardly.
"I'm fine."
"Liar. Romeo isn't here, and you’re pining for him."
Jax held out a candy bar, his eyes drifting past me to the view out of the window.
"I'm notpiningfor him. I'm just...sad he's not here," I said.
"Isn't that the same thing?" Jax frowned.
The bus engine came to life, and I reluctantly took the candy bar.
"I guess."
Jax studied me for a minute before pulling his phone out and typing away. He then slid his phone into my hands, asking me to watch the video on the screen. It was Fail Army.
I rolled my eyes, but he nodded at it, leaning forward so I could smell his heavy cologne.
"Jesus, Jax. Do you swim in cologne?"
Jax made a face as he nodded back at the video.
"Watch it,” he commanded as I sighed, watching people making spectacles of themselves on the video.
Jax was roaring with laughter next to me as the teacher stopped beside us, frowning as she moved through the pile of envelopes.
"Hannah and Freya. Jax and Dylan," the teacher said, dropping envelopes onto our laps.
We exchanged a look before asking the same question in unison.
"Who?"
The teacher sighed before looking at us with exasperation.
"It's the final year retreat for all the surrounding schools. So this year, the schools are mixed, and you'll be sharing with someone from another school."
"Great," muttered Jax as I stared at the teacher in horror.
