The Night Flyer's Handbook 2-Book Bundle. Philippa Dowding

of embarrassed.

      I start to create an answer to this, something along the lines of, “Well, that’s beside the point here. You don’t just jump on a girl no matter how she feels about you,” but I never really get the chance. With all that surprise and anger building up inside me, I kind of lose control.

      I realize as I’m shouting into his face that his look of surprise is rapidly changing into a worried look, which then pretty much turns into a look of all-out terror. He’s staring straight up at me with his mouth open.

      I’m shouting down at Martin Evells, because I’m floating off the ground, just above his head.

      Clearly this isn’t ideal. The situation gets away from me a little, and it isn’t exactly what I hoped for at my first party. But there isn’t much I can do about it now.

      I look down at him right in his very astonished eyes, and I say as calmly as I can, “Next time you try to kiss a girl, stupid, you better ask her first!”