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Hideaway Bay, 2003

Nina and Kristian were on another break, and Nina could barely stand being in the same room as her on-off boyfriend of two years.

‘I hate him, Lucy,’ she whispered in Lucy’s direction, eyes locked on Kristian and loud enough for him to hear her across the table. They were sitting on the small terrace at the back of the Beach Café, Tom’s parents’ place.

‘I know, he’s been a prat,’ Lucy comforted Nina. She’d learned a long time ago that it wasn’t worth pointing out that they were both at fault.

‘I can hear you both,’ Kristian said, pulling away from his conversation with Tom, probably about surfing. Tom grinned at Lucy, who tried to make a face at him that told him to look like he was taking this seriously.

‘Oh why don’t you text your little girlfriend about it, then, poor little Kristian,’ Nina said mockingly.

‘For goodness’ sake,’ Kristian rolled his eyes. Not a good move, thought Lucy.

‘She is a friend,’ continued Kristian. ‘In fact, she’s not even a friend, she had a surf lesson. She texted me to say thank you. You’re out of your mind!’

This was not going to end well, Lucy realised. She made eyes at Tom to signify that they should extract themselves from the impending explosion.

‘Oh you are SUCH A GENTLEMAN!’ Nina shouted, causing other customers to stop their conversations and pretend not to look at them all.

‘Hey, calm it down, okay?’ Lucy tried to reason with them. ‘It’s not fair on Tom’s folks to make a scene here.’

The café was their regular hangout and they’d already pushed their luck this summer with Tom’s parents. Sarah and Neil were far more laid-back than any of the other parents, having recently forgiven them for breaking in one evening after a drunken barbecue on the beach. Tom had been instructed to pay for the broken glass by working an extra few shifts, and the embarrassment of Tom’s mum looking at Lucy and Nina with surprise and disappointment had been the hardest punishment they could have been dealt. Sarah was wonderful, especially to the girls. Tom was her only child and she made no secret of how much she had longed for a daughter. She’d swept Lucy and Nina into their family within a few months of year seven and their friendship with Tom and Kristian. Lucy had known Sarah and Neil vaguely for years. They owned a few places around Hideaway Bay: the café, the fish-and-chip shop and the pub across the bay at New Hideaway. They were friendly with her parents and she’d heard Sarah’s laughter ringing out over dinner-party chatter a fair few times. And then she’d met Tom. They had been at different primary schools; Tom at the private school half an hour away and Lucy at the village primary. Her dad didn’t see the need to pay for primary school. It was when she joined Davenport Heights Independent at age eleven that they first met. Tom had been instantly friendly: Lucy terrified of the new surroundings and at a real disadvantage to the children who were already familiar with the senior school from their primary days. They both got the number 121 bus from the top of the hill to school, and each day Tom sat next to Lucy and asked her questions while she blushed, laughed and eventually looked up at him and realised he was rather lovely.

At sixteen they were best friends and totally in love. They felt unbreakable to Lucy, unlike Nina and Kristian, who had a relationship so volatile that Kristian sending a message to another girl sent them into a tailspin. Lucy often wondered whether Nina, her best friend since they were five, had been almost forced into a relationship with Kristian because of their proximity to her and Tom. Kristian was a lovely, lovely boy, but he was totally hapless when it came to managing Nina’s fierce temper and tendency for jealousy. Even Lucy had fallen foul of Nina’s wrath when it came to Kristian, although she had surprised herself at the ferocity of her defence when Nina once tried to imply she had flirted with Kristian at a party. The idea was totally absurd and had shown Lucy how bloody hard it must be being Kristian at times. She looked at him now, the same look of disbelief and confusion that she’d see on his face a hundred times before as he watched his girlfriend twist herself into a venomous tangle of rage over almost nothing.

‘What are we doing tonight?’ Tom asked, trying to break the tension.

‘Can we come to yours, mate?’ Kristian asked. ‘A few beers, a game of pool, swim?’ Tom’s house was the largest not only of the group’s but also in the whole town. Neil and Sarah were widely considered to own Hideaway, their house sitting at the top of the Bay, overlooking their business empire. Their landscaped gardens sprawled out from the back of the huge property, gradually sloping down to a lower level with a huge infinity pool, which looked straight out across the sea.

‘Sure,’ Tom replied. ‘My dad will probably want us to help with something, though. You know what he’s like.’

‘That’s fine,’ Lucy said, perusing the menu on the table, wondering whether to order another coffee. ‘It’s the least we could do, really.’ She didn’t mind helping Sarah and Neil, and in fact she quite enjoyed folding napkins, helping Sarah to design sandwich menus, and deep-cleaning the pristine white coffee cups ahead of the impending summer high-season.

It was hot already in Hideaway, the sea just about managing to take the edge off the midday scorch. Lucy was tanned and happy; this was how she liked it. All of them together, good weather, lots of time and no school. GCSEs were done and she didn’t need to think about her results for a while yet. The summer stretched out ahead of them, full of promise. She looked across at Tom and met his eyes. He smiled and winked at her. Kristian was out of his seat and had moved close to Nina, attempting to cuddle her. Nina almost gave in to him, before standing up and storming off, tears in her eyes.

‘I’d better go and check she’s okay,’ Lucy said to Tom and Kristian. This was a familiar drill.

‘Tell her I’m sorry,’ Kristian called after her. Lucy stopped. ‘What for?’ she asked.

‘Whatever she thinks I’ve done,’ Kristian said, looking wounded. Lucy stepped back to the table and planted a kiss on Kristian’s cheek. ‘She’s being a twat,’ she said to him, quietly. ‘I’ll sort it out.’