Natalia tittered. ‘Laura. She doesn’t count.’

‘Not unless you mean Dracula. I avoid smiling at it, lest Lestat will smile back at me with those canines, locate my jugular and suck me to death.’

‘Lestat,’ she giggled. ‘Fangs good enough for the canteen burgers then. But not for a no-job?’

‘Ha. You pay attention then,’ as he took back and finished off the last mouthful of juice and tossed the bottle in the bin, frowning thoughtfully as he asked: 

‘What about those other Year 11 girls, with the pleasant complexions and athletic arses… Alana, one is called, who have a notch more an aspirational vibe about them? Can’t you get in and on with them?’

‘Those aspirational, athletic arses are in the other class.&rs...

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