WHOS THAT CHICK ? - james maguire !

[v.]

i feel it in my fingers,
i feel it in my toes

love is all around me
and so the feeling grows

it's written in the wind
it's everywhere i go

the friend group watched on with incredulous faces as jenny joyce and the rest of the our lady immaculate choir sang.

james glanced at iggie, a smile forming as he watched her. the girl's pale hand was over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter as she and michelle whispered in each other's ears, clearly making fun of the display that was taking place in front of them.

so if you really love me,
come on and let it show

they continued watching, iggie's eyebrows shooting up and tears forming on her waterline as jenny tried to drag out a note, the girl leaning into james slightly as she became unstable, michelle holding onto iggie's bracelet covered arm in a similar state.

sister michael walked up to speak, michelle and indigo calming, despite the tear tracks that were on both girls faces.

'un, wonderful, girls. lovely stuff.'

the disturbed tone of sister michael almost set iggie off again, the girl having to hold her nose to stop from bursting into laughter.

'before i dismiss you for the weekend, a few announcements. on monday morning, several of our year thirteens will face their gcse maths resit. now, i know how daunting resit examinations can be, so if anyone is feeling anxious or worried, or even if you just want to chat, please, please, do not come crying to me. let me see. what else?'

iggie grabbed james' hand subconsciously in anticipation, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

'come on, come on, come on to fuck!'

'notice from mr macaulay. this years destination for the euro trotters trip will be, dramatic pause...'

mic feedback rang through the hall as sister michael turned back to the man.

'did you actually want me to do the dramatic pause?'

he nodded.

'..interesting. paris. it's going to be paris. if you need any further information, there is a stall in the foyer.  sadly, i an unable to come on this one as i despise the french.'

the six walked down the hall towards the stall for the paris trip, iggie sticking close to james as she was mildly zoned out and the english boy was the only one that seemed to notice, pulling her along by her wrist when she started to lag behind in her distracted state.

'there's so much i want to to. the champs-élysées, the arc de triomphe, the louvre-'

'a french fella. that's what i want to do. nation of rides. my fanny's going funny just thinking about it.'

'could you not use that word, michelle?'

'what, 'fanny'?'

'why do you always have to be so coarse?'

'ach, what's the big deal? we all have one.'

'i don't.'

'you are one.'

'michelle!'

iggie spoke up from her daydream, hitting michelle lightly on the arm despite the smirk that was on her lips at the quick witted joke.

james blushed slightly at the defence from the brunette girl, his hand squeezing hers quickly in thanks.

michelle, however, noticed the length in which iggie hadn't spoken, and shot a suspicious look at the twos interlocked hands as they continued to walk.

'of course, beckett lived in paris, and if anybodys influenced my writing, it is-'

'what, brenda beckett from 12a?'

'no! not brenda beckett. beckett beckett.'

'if we go to paris, i'd like to meet nicole.'

'who's nicole?'

'orla, love, i told you this the other day it's just an ad nicole isn't a real person.'

briefly, james blushed, hearing indigo speak so affectionately in such a gentle way was rare, and the title of 'love' made his heart speed up, making him remind himself indigo was speaking to orla, not him

'b-be good conversation practice as well, you know, for the orals.'

indigo nodded at him, understanding, before michelle cut in as she always does.

'which will be the only oral that you—'

'yeah, okay, michelle!'

'you didn't let me finish.'

'well, i sensed where you were going.'

michelle leant in between erin and clare.

'blowjobs.'

james sighed, rolling his eyes. iggie bumped his shoulder with her own, smiling at him. he smiled back surprised. not because of her kindness, no, she was always kind to him. but because of the fact that the smile kind of seemed to reach her eyes.

'oh, god. don't tell me charlene kavanagh is going. she is dying about herself. 'oh, im so good looking, oh im so popular.' if there ever was a more shallow, self absorbed, generally unpleasant human being-'

'hi, erin.'

'hi.'

iggie watched as erin sucked up to the girl she had moments before been slagging off, the brunette rolling her eyes at the blondes behaviour.

'did you hear that? the charlene kavanagh wants to hang around with little old me!'

'you know what i admire most about you, erin? your unshakeable principles.'

indigo snickered at clare's comment as they continued from where they had been stood in the hallway, venturing once again towards the paris stand.

'bonjour, tout le monde. comment allez-vous?'

'wise up, jenny.'

'where do we sign?'

'hold on, stall the fucking ball! three hundred and seventy five quid? are you for real?'

'what? £375 each? isn't there some sort of group discount?'

at the knowledge of the expensive cost, indigo slumped her shoulders, her hands immediately fidgeting with the bracelets on her wrist.

'it's not club 18 to 30.'

'more's the pity.'

'it is a bit steep, jenny.'

'just dip into your trust fund. i do it all the time.'

'our what?'

'it's like an account your parents set up for you to help pay for things like university, your first car, educational trips.'

'i did not know about this. did you know about this?'

'no, did i fuck.'

'trust fund, you say? interesting.'

as they were about to leave, indigo spoke up.

'uh, and is there any support for certain students who don't have anything like that?'

'do you mean you? i mean, surely you've got enough, what with your mother working so hard and all the money going towards you and not en-'

'dont, jenny. it doesn't work like that, okay? leave it.'

michelle stepped forward, ready to open her mouth at jenny, but indigo just grabbed her wrist, yanking her away as the group of 6 made their way out of their school.