Aurelia B. Rowl

Quick, somebody call the caretaker!_ Gemma__ stage voice rang out loud and clear. __here__ some trash here that needs to be taken out._ She earned a chorus of laughs as she walked towards us, then came to a standstill right beside me. __hrist, it reeks, too,_ she said, pinching her nose. __hat did you do, Malice? Douse yourself in the whole bottle? Oh, never mind. I don__ expect you to have heard of the adage __ess is more_.

In no mood for one of her silly games, I snatched it off her and scanned the page. It turned out to be a list of names, all of them boys, and some of whom I recognised. And then I noticed the title: __peration: Popping the Cherry_. I leaped to my feet and fired a glare at each of them in turn, trying not to shout. __re you shitting me?

Well that__ open to debate,_ he said. 'It sounds like a recipe for disaster to me, and I hate the thought of you throwing yourself at guys just to try and get laid. Christ, I__ do you myself if I thought it would keep you safe.___ow that__ true friendship,_ I said, cracking under the severity of his tone.