The Complete Fab Confessions of Georgia Nicolson: Books 1-10. Louise Rennison

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      “Yes, I know, but what I’m saying is—”

      “You’re hopeless at German – Herr Kamyer said he’s never known anyone so bad at it in all his years of teaching.”

      “Look, Jas, can we just get back to the plan? What I think we should do is to stalk Lindsay.”

      “Stalk her?”

      “Yes.”

      “What... follow her around and then phone her up and ask her what colour panties she has got on?”

      “No, not that bit, just the bit where we keep her under observation.”

      “Why? What is the point?”

      “The point is, I will then be able to tell whether Robbie likes her or not.”

      “Why do I have to be involved?”

      “Because a) you are my friend and b) it looks less suspicious because we are always hanging around together and c) my mum is going away with Libby in a few weeks and you could come and stay the night and we could invite Tom.”

      “When do we start stalking?”

      That’s my girl.

      Friday April 16th

      Operation stalking Lindsay begins

      Friday night

       4:15 p.m.

      We had to hang around at the back of the science block after the final bell. Old Swotty Knickers (Lindsay) was chatting to Hawkeye. We could see them laughing together – how sad – fancy having to laugh with a teacher! Then, whilst Lindsay got her coat, we crept along the narrow alleyway that runs between the science block and the main school building. It is disgusting down there, full of fag-ends from Jackie and co. But if you follow it right along you end up a bit beyond the main gate. The tricky part is getting past Elvis’s hut. I’d already made myself public enemy number one with him by putting a plastic skeleton with his hat on – and a pipe in its mouth – in his chair in his hut. I don’t know how he knew it was me, but he did. Anyway, we got to Elvis’s hut and he wasn’t about so we shot across and into the last bit of the alleyway. We were wearing all black and had hats on – it was very like the French Resistance. We got to the end just as Lindsay (the stalkee) passed by. She looked at her watch and you could clearly see the flash of her ring.

      5:15 p.m.

      Outside Lindsay’s posh house. The Yews.

      The house is all on one level, which means that Lindsay’s bedroom would be on the ground floor, which means we might be able to see in through the window.

      Teeheee.

      First things first, though, time for a nourishing meal.

      6:30 p.m.

      Double chips and Coke. Yum yum.

      6:45 p.m.

      Stalkee spotted leaving the front room, did not reappear. We suspect she has gone to her room to start the long, desperate job of making herself look OK to go out with Robbie.

      6:58 p.m.

      We decide to risk going round the back of the house. I whispered to Jas, “I hope they haven’t got a cat.”

      And she said, “Don’t you mean a dog?”

      And I said, “Have you met Angus?”

      There was a side path and we went really carefully down it. We had nearly reached the back garden when a head popped up from behind next door’s hedge. A really bald head, like Uncle Eddie’s. Quick as a flash, Jas said, “Sshhh, we are giving Lindsay a big surprise...” She winked at the man and he disappeared. We crept on round the back of the house. Lindsay’s bedroom faced on to the garden and she had her curtains half pulled back so you could see in.

      Her bedroom was a nightmare of frilly white things, frilly pillows, frilly bedspread... Teletubby hot-water bottle cover!!!

      Lindsay put on a tape and Jas and I looked at one another – it was Genesis. Jas mimed being sick. We had to keep bobbing our heads down if she turned directly to face the window. She disappeared off through another door and we could hear sort of gurgling noises. I said, “She’s got an ensuite bathroom – that’s very bad feng shui.”

      Jas said, “Why?”

      And I said, “I don’t know but it’s very bad, you’d have to have about fifty goldfish to make it OK again... Have you seen her alarm clock? It’s got a sleepy face on it.”

      Lindsay emerged from the bathroom with her hair all scraped back from her face and wearing a bra and a thong. I don’t understand thongs – what is the point of them? I tried one of Mum’s that she uses for aerobics... well, she is supposed to use it for aerobics but she only went once. She said that she nearly knocked herself out during the running on the spot because her breasts got out of hand. Anyway, I tried her thong on and it felt ridiculous... they just go up your bum as far as I can tell. Then I saw something even more grotesque. Lindsay didn’t have any hair on her womanly parts! What had she done with it? She couldn’t have shaved it off, could she? I thought of the state of my legs the last time I had shaved them. I felt quite faint.

      Lindsay was so skinny!! At least I filled my bra. Then, before our eyes, the stalkee did two things that were very significant and would have gone in our notebook had we had one:

      1. She took off her ring and kissed it!!

      2. She got some sort of pink rubber things and put them in her bra underneath her “breasts”. The rubber things pushed up her “breasts” and made it look like she had a cleavage. What a swiz.

      I said to Jas, “I bet you Robbie doesn’t know about that...” But I noticed that I did not have Jas’s full attention, she was looking over my shoulder at Mr Baldy-man, who had reappeared, peering at us over his fence. What is it with neighbours, don’t they have lives of their own? He seemed a bit suspicious. So I said as naturally as I could. “She’s certainly playing her music very loudly – she hasn’t heard us tapping on her window. Do it again, Jas.” Jas looked a bit stunned but fortunately had the presence of mind to do some mime. She mimed tapping on the window, then she mimed waving at Lindsay (who fortunately had gone back into the ensuite) and then she mimed hysterical laughter.

      It’s very tiring, this stalking business, but we seemed to satisfy Mr Baldy-man because he disappeared again and we crept round to the front of the house and along to the big hedge next door. We hid just inside next door’s driveway to wait for Lindsay to come out.

      7:40 p.m.

      Brrrr... bit chilly. At last the front door opened and Lindsay came out with her hair up (mistake) and in a black midi (mistake for long-streak-of-water type person). We huddled back into the shadows of the hedge as she passed and gave her a few minutes before we followed. When she got to the main street she stood under a streetlamp and got out a compact to look at herself. Instead of running screaming home, she snapped the compact shut and walked on.

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