Good Mates

First day back at school

Liz is like,

‘God, that was so bad.

I totally thought we were gonna get done.’

And Shawna goes,

‘We were so lucky.’

And Meg’s like,

‘Yeah, close call, weren’t it?’

I almost laugh,

not

cos anything’s funny –

it’s cos I can’t really believe what I’m hearing.

‘It’s not a close call if you actually get caught,’ I say.

    ‘It wasn’t my first offence, was it?

And now I’ve got to do this stupid scheme thing,

like, every Saturday.

How fucking lucky is that?’

Meg puts her arm around my shoulder.

‘Yeah … but …

what they’re saying

is that only one of

us got caught,

innit?’

‘Yeah … Me.’

Meg sighs like I’m too stupid to get her point.

‘Look, Jess,

your mum doesn’t

care about that stuff,

does she?

If I got caught,

my mum and dad would blow a nut.’

‘I’m picking up shit,’ I say.

Meg smiles.

‘I know.

You’re a well good mate, Jess.’

But I’m not.

I can’t be.

If I were a good mate

I wouldn’t be thinking about

how to get my own back on Meg.