You Had Me At Hello, How We Met: 2 Bestselling Romantic Comedies in 1. Katy Regan

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      ‘Yep. Going through them, there’s a totally obvious pattern. There’s only a question about Beowulf every other year.’

      ‘Riiight …’ I said. ‘So …?’

      ‘It was on last year’s paper and there’s no way it’s going to come up this year. We don’t have to revise it.’

      ‘A risky strategy.’

      ‘I’m one hundred per cent sure it’ll work.’

      ‘Really?’ I said, sarcastically. ‘One hundred per cent? As sure of the laws of gravity, or the laws of … of …’

      ‘You don’t know any other laws, do you?’

      ‘Sod?’

      ‘OK, I’m ninety per cent sure then.’

      ‘There’s an equally failsafe fallback.’

      ‘Yeah?’

      ‘Without tutors suspecting a thing is happening, we covertly put information into our brains. Then we smuggle it into the exam room behind these faces. No one would ever guess our secret.’

      Ben stifles a laugh. ‘Smart arse. I knew you wouldn’t appreciate my efforts.’

      I pointed up at the inscription on the ceiling.

      ‘Wisdom is the principal thing, therefore get wisdom.’

      Ben shook his head. ‘Get degree is principal thing, not sermon off Ronnie.’

      ‘Look. It might work, but you’re clever, you don’t need to play games.’

      ‘Ack, I hate Old English.’

      ‘Would your mum want you to do this?’

      Ben wrinkled his nose. ‘Don’t drag my mum into this.’

      I’d met Ben’s mum by chance, the previous week. I called in on his shared flat to drop a textbook off and a slim young woman with short hair and Ben’s same neat features was stood chatting in the doorway, jangling car keys.

      ‘Hello, I’m Ben’s mum,’ she’d said, as I approached, in that yes I will speak to your friends if I want to teasing way.

      ‘Hello, I’m Rachel. Ben’s friend off his course,’ I added, in case she thought it was a booty call.

      ‘Oooh Rachel!’ she said. ‘You’re the lovely, clever girl with the musician boyfriend.’

      ‘Er, yes,’ I said, flattered I’d been described at all, let alone in such a nice way.

      ‘Now your boyfriend lives – wait, wait – I know it …’ Ben’s mum held her hand up to indicate she was thinking.

      ‘Mum,’ Ben said, in a low growl, face reddening.

      ‘Sunderland!’ she announced.

      ‘Sheffield,’ I said. ‘You got the “S”, though. And the north. Very near, really.’

      ‘Honestly, you don’t know how healthy it is for my son to have a young woman around who’s immune to his charms, so good for you and your Sheffield-or-Sunderland boyfriend.’

      ‘MUM!’ Ben shouted, in a rictus of agony, as I’d giggled.

      In the library, I said: ‘I liked your mum.’

      ‘Yeah, don’t remind me. She liked you too.’

      ‘Plus if you fail the first year, who am I going to sit with in lectures?’ I asked Ben.

      Someone nearby coughed, pointedly. We opened our books. After ten minutes I looked up and saw Ben deep in concentration. He had this habit of clutching his shoulder with the hand on the opposite side of his body, chin on his chest, as he squinted at the text. I had an unexpected urge to reach across and brush the marble-smoothness of his cheekbone with the back of my hand.

      He glanced up. I quickly reassembled my features into exaggerated boredom, faked a yawn.

      ‘Drink?’ he whispered.

      ‘Triple shot espresso with ProPlus ground up in the coffee beans,’ I said, closing my reference book with a thud, half-expecting it to throw up a cloud of talcum-like dust.

      Settled in the cafeteria, Ben said: ‘I can’t fail the first year, I have to get this degree and earn some money because my waster of a dad isn’t going to help my mum or sister any time soon.’

      ‘Do you see him?’

      He shook his head. ‘Not if I can help it, and the feeling’s mutual.’

      Chin propped on palm, I listened to his account of his dad’s abrupt departure from their lives, his mum working two jobs, and felt guilty I’d ever complained about the boring dependability of my home life. I also thought how, with some people, you feel like you’ll never ever run out of things to talk about.

      When Ben got to the part where he tracked his dad down and his dad told him he didn’t want to be found, he was suddenly, to both our surprise, on the verge of tears.

      ‘I couldn’t believe it, you know, I thought all I had to do was tell him we needed him around and he’d be on the next train, or send my mum something.’ Ben’s eyes had gone shiny, his voice thick. ‘I felt such a dick.’

      I sensed he needed a way out of the moment. I wanted to make the grade as a confidante. And I wanted – given at least one important person had fallen short on this score with Ben – to be caring.

      I said, with feeling: ‘I know he’s your dad and I hope it won’t offend you if I say he sounds like an utter bastard. You did absolutely the right thing trying to get him to face up to his responsibilities. If you hadn’t tried, you’d always wonder about him and regret it. This way, at least you know it’s a hundred per cent on him. You think it was nothing but pain, but it removed all doubt. Consider it what you had to do for peace of mind.’

      Ben nodded, grateful, having had the time to get his emotions back under control.

      ‘Cheers, Ron.’

      I realised then that, underneath the clean-cut clothes and breezy air, Ben was as much of a work in progress as the rest of us. He simply wore it better.

       17

      ‘All rise!’ barks the court clerk, for the last time today.

      As I scrabble to put away my notebook and float out the door, this semi-dream state is tested to its limits by the appearance of a fulminating Gretton.

      ‘You can tell that bird-faced bitch that I’m after her, right? Press on press is not on,’ he splutters.

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