I love a romance, she thought happily.
Her own romance might have to stay long-distance, at least for now . . . but she couldn’t imagine anything more fun than helping another couple get together while she waited to see Jackson again. Matchmaking was one of her favourite activities – and that was lucky for Finn and Amelia, because they obviously needed help! This school was so divided between goth and mainstream, how could Finn and Amelia ever openly declare their feelings for each other without a helpful nudge?
Even as she thought that, she heard Ivy’s exasperated voice in her head: ‘You can’t tell how they really feel just from watching them for less than two minutes.’
‘Oh, yes, I can!’ Olivia blurted out.
A pair of goths nearby gave her startled looks.
Oops. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud!
‘Is Ivy’s twin talking to herself ?’ one of the goths whispered loudly.
The other shook his head sadly. ‘I guess not everyone in her family is cool.’
Whatever. Olivia ignored them. She had bigger things to worry about . . . like figuring out how to bring down the social barriers of Franklin Grove High!
Matchmaking Amelia and Finn wouldn’t just make the two of them happy – it would bring all the school’s barriers crashing down.
And I’m just the person to make it happen. Olivia gave a decisive nod as she stepped into her classroom.
If she’d needed any more proof of how much this school needed help, it was right here in homeroom, where the social groups were so clearly laid out, they might as well have put up signs and gateposts by each set of desks.
The goth-crowd owned the ‘primo’ tables, sitting by the window towards the back of the class. Meanwhile, the bunnies were stuck all the way in front, completely unable to join any of the ‘cool’ conversations because they would have to turn around in their desks.
Olivia shook her head, sighing, and looked for Ivy. I might have known.
Ivy was boxed in right in the far corner of the room, besieged by goths. As they pressed around her, Olivia saw her eyes fill with more and more panic and frustration until she looked like a trapped tiger.
‘. . . But is that show really cool, Ivy? I mean, I know everyone says it is, but what do you think? If you tell me, I’ll know what’s right.’
‘Do you think the Pall Bearers sold out with their latest album? I mean, they used keyboards – that’s the opposite of goth! Isn’t it?’
Uh-oh, Olivia thought. She could see an ultimate death-squint ready to form on her sister’s face. No one trash-talked the Pall Bearers in front of Ivy and survived!
‘Hey, Olivia.’ It was Sophia, sitting in the exact centre of the classroom in a spot neither popular nor outcast. She smiled ruefully and patted the empty desk beside her. ‘There’s no point trying to fight your way through Ivy’s flock of bats.’
Olivia sank down into her seat, still watching her twin. ‘Do you think we should intervene?’
Sophia sighed. ‘There’s nothing we can do. Trust me – I’ve tried.’
The goths’ voices grew louder and louder as they all competed for Ivy’s attention. ‘But Ivy –’
‘Ivy –’
‘Ivy –’
‘Hey!’ Ivy suddenly surged out of her seat. ‘I need some thinking time!’
‘Thinking time?’ The closest goth-girl shook her head while all the others gasped. ‘What’s that?’
‘I just . . .’ Ivy sank back down into her seat, looking defeated. ‘I want to . . . meditate,’ she mumbled. ‘I need to . . . find my chin.’
‘Um . . .?’ One of the other girls hesitantly pointed to Ivy’s face. ‘Isn’t it right there?’
Olivia had to choke down her laugh. None of the others might understand, but Ivy was definitely quoting Olivia’s adoptive father . . . only she had gotten the quote a little bit wrong. Olivia was pretty sure she’d meant to say ‘Jee’.
Unless it was ‘Chi’? She’d never been sure.