‘What next? Should we do the waltzers or the anti-grav?’ Felicity asked, pulling Jasmine’s attention away from Jason and Hannah. The last time they did the anti-grav Jasmine threw up, but it was Felicity’s favourite ride so Jasmine shrugged.

‘I need the loo. You go get in the queue for the anti-grav and I’ll meet you over there in a bit,’ Jasmine said, walking off before Felicity had a chance to argue. She saw her go and stand next to Taylor in the queue; they were close, chatting. Jasmine suspected that Felicity liked him and that was why she made a point of trying to embarrass her in front of him all the time. Jasmine could tell Felicity was relieved to be alone with him, glad that Jasmine was gone.

The Port Royal toilets were outside of the park and towards the sea, next to the sailing club. Jasmine walked away from the fair alone, everywhere else dark as the beach was poorly lit. The sea was completely black, the moon hidden behind the only cloud in the sky. She started to feel uncomfortable as she got closer to the public toilets, thinking she should have made Felicity go with her.

‘Jasmine.’

She turned to see Mr Morrell coming across the bridge from the clifftop path that was hidden out of view from the fair. She instantly felt a little sick. Why was he there? Had he been waiting on the off chance that she would turn up? She didn’t want to talk to him but she didn’t know what she was supposed to do. There was no point calling out, no one would hear her over the noise of the fair. She edged backwards towards the toilets but, all things considered, she thought she was safer out in the open.

‘What do you want?’ she said, feeling strange not calling him by his name. Disrespectful, somehow.

‘I just wanted to explain things to you,’ he said, sounding panicked, upset.

‘You explained in your letter. I’m not supposed to talk to you. You’re definitely not supposed to talk to me.’

‘I couldn’t say everything I needed to in that letter. I knew other people would read it.’

‘I need to get back to the fair. I can’t talk to you. What would your fiancée think if you get caught talking to me again?’

‘Please, just talk to me.’ He was close to her now. He looked different now that he was no longer her teacher. He looked younger and definitely more pathetic. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, whereas at school he had always worn a waistcoat and looked very put together. Not any more.