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Bad Company

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by Cathy MacPhail


  And there was Murdo.

  His hair has grown since I last saw him and it stood erect around his head like a burning bush. ‘Ah Lissa, good,’ he said as if he was surprised to see me. As if I didn’t know he had been waiting. ‘You can help me carry some books into class.’

  After what I had put him through he was protecting me. Making sure I walked into his class with him by my side. I thought it was such a thoughtful thing to do I almost cried again. ‘You’ve come through a lot over the past few weeks, Lissa,’ he said as we carried copies of To Kill A Mockingbird to the classroom. ‘You’ve learned a lot too.’

  He knows about Magnus Pierce, of course. It’s been in all the papers, although our involvement in his arrest has been suppressed by the police.

  ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘With what I’ve learned I could write a book.’

  Suddenly, he bellowed a laugh that echoed through the high long corridors. ‘That’s it! You’ll be a writer.’ Then he added with a mischievious twinkle, ‘You certainly know how to tell a tall tale.’ And he sprayed me all over with those ‘T’s.

  A book, I thought. My ‘potential’ at last? Well, I’ve practically written one already with this diary, haven’t I?

  So I actually had a smile on my face as I walked behind him into the classroom. The ordeal to come almost forgotten for a moment.

  Almost, but not entirely.

  I stayed as close to Murdo as I dared and put my pile of books down on his desk.

  It took every ounce of courage I had to turn round and face that class. Each of them was looking straight at me and I could read nothing in their stony faces except hate.

  They were never going to talk to me again. Or, did they have a worse punishment in mind? I bit my lip and began walking toward my desk.

  What happened next absolutely stunned me. In a million years I couldn’t have guessed it.

  One by one, the class began to clap, slowly at first, until every one of them was applauding me. Just the way they had applauded Ralph that other day so long ago.

  Even Ralph Aird was clapping. Maybe not so enthusiastically as the rest, but he was clapping just the same.

  I looked around them in amazement, so sure they were winding me up but no. The smiles on their faces were genuine, so were their shouts of praise.

  ‘Good for you, Lissa,’ Nancy told me with a smile.

  ‘You did the right thing.’

  Asra patted me on the back as I passed her. ‘Couldn’t have been easy. Good for you.’

  I looked round at Murdo, and he seemed as surprised as I was. This wasn’t what he had expected either. But the smile on his face showed it pleased him too. And suddenly, he was applauding along with everyone else.

  This will go down in history as the best day of my life.

  They all spoke to me at break, Nancy and Asra, welcoming me back to their little circle. We’re all going swimming at the weekend, and I really think if I try hard enough, we can all be real friends again. Real friends, not like Diane.

  It was while we were talking that Ralph Aird slouched toward me, hands in his pockets. I held my breath.

  ‘I’m sorry about what I did to your collage,’ I told him right away. ‘I’m really sorry.’

  ‘So you should be,’ he said in that surly voice of his. He hasn’t a clue how to accept an apology.

  I told him too that I’d been waiting for him to do something awful back to me.

  He leaned against the wall and stared at me. He was chewing gum and blowing bubbles. Trying to look cool, as usual. ‘I planned to,’ he said. ‘Don’t you worry. I kept thinking about all the rotten things I could do to get back at you. But nothing I came up with was bad enough.’

  I swallowed. Wondering if he had something bad enough lined up by now.

  He spat his chewing gum on the ground in front of me before he spoke again. ‘But see that day Murdo told the class about me getting commissioned, I watched your face, Lissa Blythe. And do you know what? You were jealous of me. And see, right at that minute,’ he poked his finger at me for emphasis, ‘I knew old Murdo was right. Success is the best revenge. And I decided right then I was going to design the best logo anybody’s ever seen and make you green wi’ envy.’

  He laughed right into my face. ‘And see next year, I’m going in for that competition again and I’m going to make an even better collage, starting today – you see this time … I’m going to guard it wi’ my life.’

  I didn’t tell him then, but I had already decided to help him. I stayed behind after school and together we pinned up the long banner that stretches right round the classroom walls. A blue banner. Blue for peace.

  I even helped him pin on the first character. ‘Not blinking Harry Potter again,’ I wailed when he brought it in.

  He only sneered. I don’t think we’ll ever get on, Ralph Aird and I, but I’ll tell you something strange. Something I only realised today.

  Diane Connell was wrong about a lot, but she was right about one thing.

  Ralph Aird is dishy.

  Also by Cathy MacPhail

  Run, Zan, Run

  Missing

  Dark Waters

  Fighting Back

  Another Me

  Underworld

  Roxy’s Baby

  Worse Than Boys

  Also:

  Nemesis 1: Into the Shadows

  Nemesis 2: The Beast Within

  Nemesis 3: Sinister Intent

  Nemesis 4: Ride of Death

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  First published in Great Britain in 2001 by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc

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