‘Hilarious,’ I say sarcastically.

Jonnie laughs. ‘Someone’s a bit sensitive, aren’t they?’

I shrug, looking him dead in the eye. ‘No, I just don’t think you’re funny.’

Abir lets out a sigh. ‘Just ignore him,’ she hisses at me. ‘Jonnie’s an idiot to everyone.’

‘Abir finds me funny, don’t you?’ Jonnie presses, noticing the tension between us.

David shrinks back into his seat, looking miserable. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then takes a sip of his drink instead.

‘Abir would find a plastic bag funny,’ I retort, before I have the chance to think. The monster swims triumphantly through my veins, egging me on.

She gasps as if I’ve slapped her.

I open my mouth to say something more, but everyone’s turned to stare at someone who just walked in.

I look. It’s Charlotte, the girl Matty was making fun of in our ICT lesson. She’s with another girl in our year, Gini, queuing up for food. Actual food, it seems, not just chips.

‘All right, Charlotte?’ Jonnie says, ever the one to start trouble.

Charlotte turns and sees the group. Her shoulders droop, and she pulls her hair in front of her face, like maybe she knows about the horrible things the boys have been saying about her.

I see us from her eyes. Intimidating. Mean.

I watch Matty nudge Jonnie and point to Charlotte. He puts his phone down, just as she picks hers up.

It can’t be a coincidence, can it?

I watch her read something on it. Her face crumples, and I know it’s bad.

She shows Gini, who glances over at us, annoyed, but she’s probably too scared to do anything about it. They don’t end up getting any food. Instead they just leave. I watch them go, my eyes travelling across the room, and that’s when I see her.

Aminah, sitting in a booth alone.

The way the light falls on her it’s like she’s glowing, like one of the fire fairies from Fairy Hunters. Someone crosses my path and I lose sight of her for a second. When I look back at the booth she’s gone.

But she gives me all the courage I need.

Without thinking I snatch Matty’s phone from where it sits in front of him, and read the message he sent to Charlotte aloud. After I’m done, and everyone falls silent, I show them the photo he took in ICT, embellishments and all.

Then I go through the others one by one. It’s not that difficult to find because Matty’s saved them all in a special folder.

Everyone’s so shocked that no one even tries to snatch the phone off me. They just listen.