Eek! This is perfect! Olivia could barely stop from hugging herself in delight. Asking her to help him with his skateboarding? He might as well be asking her on a date!
She wanted to shout ‘YES!’ on Amelia’s behalf. It took everything in her to firmly button up her lip. No more meddling, remember? Just please, please let her make the right decision! She will make the right decision . . . won’t she?
The whole hallway was silent, waiting, as Amelia looked down at the linoleum squares on the floor, a crease forming in her forehead. Finn’s smile wavered. Olivia panicked.
Uh-oh. She surely can’t say no . . .
As she watched, Amelia chewed on her black-lipsticked lip, frowning harder. Finn’s smile disappeared. He started to step back.
Then Amelia looked up, let go of her locker, and held out her hand. ‘Shake on it,’ she said. ‘I’m in!’
‘Yes!’ Finn’s face broke into the biggest smile Olivia had ever seen as he grabbed Amelia’s hand . . . but not to shake it. Instead, he yanked her forwards into a hug.
And Amelia threw her arms around him to hug him back!
Gasps sounded all around them. Goths, skaters and bunnies all stared in shock. A small smattering of applause broke out – then quickly died.
Uh-oh. Olivia snuck a covert look around . . . then started grinning. No one seemed to be really offended by ‘Famelia’ after all – they were just completely baffled by the concept!
Finn and Amelia didn’t seem to have any trouble with it, though. And the complete incomprehension on everyone else’s faces as Finn swung Amelia round in a spinning hug was actually pretty hilarious . . . especially as the closest students all had to scramble backwards to avoid being hit by Amelia’s flying feet!
The looks on Finn’s and Amelia’s faces, as he awkwardly set her down, were just adorable.
Olivia let out a happy sigh. Maybe it’ll take time, but everyone will come around in the end, she decided, looking at the gathering of shocked faces. And then we’ll see how strong the barriers between people at this school really are!
Finn only seemed to notice his observers as he set Amelia down. ‘Um, I’m so – pleased,’ he said hastily, and shot a look back at his staring skater friends. ‘I mean, because we’ll need your organisational skills.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ Amelia asked. She was grinning, too, for the first time since Olivia had met her. ‘You’ve noticed my skills?’
‘Absolutely,’ Finn said. ‘I’ve seen the way you keep your gang of friends together. You’re the best!’
Amelia didn’t say a word. But she was blushing with delight . . . and as her gaze caught Olivia’s, Olivia couldn’t help giving the Goth-Queen a fat wink.
Amelia’s blush deepened.
‘So, we’d better work out the details, right?’ Finn held out his hand to Amelia. ‘Maybe in the library?’
‘Sounds good to me,’ Amelia said. Holding her head high, she took Finn’s hand and they walked together through the whispering, staring crowd.
Mr Russell emerged from his classroom just long enough to snarl: ‘No skating in the corridors, remember!’
‘I remember.’ Finn raised his free hand in casual acknowledgement, rolling his eyes.
He isn’t even carrying his skateboard! Olivia thought indignantly. But the Skater King was clearly too ecstatic to worry about even the most annoying of teachers right now.
As the couple passed Olivia, Amelia pulled Finn to a stop. ‘You know,’ she said sheepishly to Olivia, ‘you’re not so bad, for someone who thinks that pink goes with everything!’
Olivia grinned happily up at the older girl. ‘It really does!’
Amelia’s lips twitched. Her free hand reached out as if to pat Olivia on the arm. Then she pulled back, as she obviously reconsidered. Instead, she gave Olivia a small smile and a nod, turned back to Finn, and continued down the hall.
‘So . . .’ Olivia started at the sound of Ivy’s voice. She was sidling up to her. ‘Your matchmaking worked, huh?’
‘It so worked!’ Olivia bounced on her toes with delight. ‘Did you see how happy they looked together? Of course, I can’t take all the credit, but maybe I could work on my skills. I just need to develop a lighter touch. Hmm . . .’
Her gaze moved around the corridor, moving from boy to girl. ‘Maybe, next time . . .’
‘No way!’ Ivy’s hand clamped around her arm. ‘That’s enough matchmaking for now. I want us both to have a quiet life for the rest of the semester! Just the two of us hanging out without any interruptions or drama or –’