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Eyes, nose, lips. Jess was drawing a face on her hand. She should have been making notes for her history essay: a list of 'Reasons why King Charles I was Unpopular'. But instead she was giving herself a love-tattoo of the beautiful Ben Jones. A touch of Leonardo Di Caprio, a hint of Prince William, the merest suggestion of Brad Pitt . . . The flicked-up hair, the slanty grin Oh no! It didn't look like Ben Jones at all. It looked like a demented iguana.
Art wasn't Jess's strong point. She wrote: Ben Jones