I feel something very small growing inside me as I look at her, and I realize in one absolutely clear moment that I don't like her at all.

'You know what?' I say. 'Forget it. I'll do the list by myself.'

She stands up, swings her stupid hair about and tries to look offended. It's a trick that works with guys, but it makes no difference to the way I feel about her.

Auteur: Jenny Downham