relying on you.â
Emily was nervous.
Nicholas would be arriving at any moment.
And she was desperately hoping he wouldnât come.
She stood in the narrow hallway of her home, looking at her watch. Normally, it would have been fun, having someoneround for tea. Sheâd always quite liked Nicholas. Hewas one of the quieter ones in the class, like her. Sheâd found some board games for them to play. And Mum was in the kitchen, cooking them fish fingers and chips. Yes,this should have been fun.
But it wasnât going to be fun for Emily. Because Emily had a mission to fulfil. Somehow, at some point during the evening, she had to get Nicholas out of the way and search his schoolbag for the mysterious object. And Emily had no idea how she was going to do it.
Sheâd tried and tried to think out a plan. But she wasnât Kimberley, and nothing had come.
She shot out of her skin as the doorbell rang.
That was him.
She paused for a moment. Took a deep breath. Then she stepped forward and opened the door.
She stopped and stared. Then a wonderful feeling of relief spread through her.
Nicholas stood there. In ordinary clothes. Dark trousers, and a rather awful plaid shirt. And there was no sign of his schoolbag.
âSorry Iâm late,â he said, with his usual politeness. âI stopped off at home to change. Dump my stuff.â
Emily could have hugged him, but she settled for a smile. âThatâs cool. Come on in.â
And Nicholas came in.
Emilyâs smile was getting bigger and bigger. This was going to be a fun evening, after all.
The next morning was not quite so fun.
Kimberley and Sophie stood on the netball court with Emily, looking like the Ugly Sisters confronting Cinderella.
âI knew it!â Kimberley was saying furiously. âI knew youâd mess it up.â
âItâs not her fault he didnât bring his bag,â Sophie ventured.
Kimberley incinerated her with a glance.
âNow that boy Liamâs going to find out first!â She made the discovery of what was in Nicholasâs bag sound as important as a bid for the Olympics. She paused. âWeâll have to think of something else.â
âOh, wellâ¦â Emily started to move away.
Kimberley stared at her, like a general finding half his army had gone off for tea.
âWhere are you going?â
âTalk to Nicholas.â Emily gave Kimberley a big smile. âIâd love to stop and talk, butâ¦â She turned away from the bigger girls. âSee you.â
Kimberley stared, dumbfounded, as Emily walked away and left her standing there.
Sophie stifled a smile.
Most of the class went to Liamâs party.
Nicholas sat on a bench, enjoying a hot dog amidst the noise and frenzied activity of World of Go-Cart.
On the go-cart track, Justin had somehow managed to crash his car into Kimberleyâs, and a furious row was going on.
Watching the scene, sitting next to Nicholas, Emily smiled slightly.
She turned to him.
âI enjoyed the other night,â she said quietly.
âYes.â Nicholas gave her a brief smile. âMe too.â
Liam came over and sat down next to them, taking a break from driving. The birthday boy had sweat on his brow and ketchup round his mouth. He was looking a bit cross.
âI still think Justin had right of way!â He looked at his classmates. âHaving fun?â
Kimberley came storming over to them.
âI donât care what he says, that Justin was driving straight at me!â She glared at Liam. âWeâre meant to be on go-carts, not dodgems!â
She grabbed Emily by the arm.
âCome on. We need to sort this out!â
Helplessly, Emily allowed herself to be led away towards the track.
Liam grinned. He shuffled closer to Nicholas. He paused, rather awkwardly.
âNickâ¦â he said slowly.
âMm?â Nicholas looked at him innocently.
âThat thing,â Liam went