I wait for Derek with increasing anticipation.
‘Harriet,’ Mum calls. ‘Fresh banana bread, straight outta the oven.’
I’m so tempted. I have an insatiable appetite for hot banana bread, lathered with butter or jam, or sometimes, even a smattering of peanut butter. But I don’t want to ruin my plans for pizza in the park with Derek.
‘No thanks Mumma. I’m about to head out.’
I’ve had my eye on him since the start of the year. He’s new to the school, so all the girls followed him around, feigning disinterest while simultaneously marking territory. I hung back, my strategy was to let him come to me, like a tiny kitten towards a saucer of milk.
And here I am, only halfway through my final year in secondary school and about to date the most popular guy in school. Pleased as punch, I am.
I close my notebook; turn the key to its easily penetrable lock. But my most heartfelt and girlish scribbles are contained in there so I kid myself that my younger brother, Erich, won’t follow through with his threats on exposing my innermost secrets on SnapChat. I tuck it way in the back of my jumper drawer, underneath last winter’s favoured cable-knit cotton cardigan and suppress a sigh.
My heart jumps as I hear a knock on the door.
‘Bye Mum! I’m off,’ I yell before anyone can get to the door and invite him in.
Erich’s racing to the door, but I’ll beat him to it.
‘Hi,’ I say, breathless and giggly, when I open the door. ‘Let’s go.’
I slam the door, just as Erich reaches it.