Chapter 10
For the last two years, Jayden had had a life plan. Get the sixth form scholarship to St. John’s. Get straight As in his A-levels. Get into the University of Cambridge. Get a boyfriend. Live. In that exact order.
Somehow, he’d turned it over, and gotten the boyfriend before any of the rest fell into place. And being able to say ‘boyfriend’ in relation to himself was strange and heavy and amazing.
It was maybe a little soon for it. After that first (perfect, amazing, wonderful) date, they still mostly met on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sometimes they went for coffee to feed Darren’s addiction. Sometimes he played, but more often he abandoned the violin the minute Jayden showed up. Sometimes they worked on their homework or their revision (they had eight GCSEs in common, and Darren
