NASTY STREAK

Lisa O’Malley, 33, Peterborough

Slamming my locker door shut, I stuffed my books in my rucksack and headed for the door.

The end of the secondary school was coming up which meant our exams were in sight.

‘What’re you doing this weekend?’ my friend Jonny, then 16, asked me.

‘Probably revising,’ I replied.

Jonathan ‘Jonny’ Youthed and I had known each other since we were five years old.

All through primary and secondary school, we were practically inseparable.

We met in reception and we’d been friends ever since.

Although as we got older, I noticed myself wanting to be more than friends.

And I was sure he felt the same.

‘Want to study together?’ he suggested anxiously.

‘It’s a date,’ I grinned.

A few days later, he came round to my family house.

Butterflies whirled in my stomach when I heard him knock at the front door.

But my nerves quickly settled when