How did you get up here?

How did I? - Oh, just my usual after-school abseiling. What d'ya mean, how did I get here, you silly cow? I walked up the bloody stairs. The last two flights need a bloody government health warning. Thought the boy's toilets at School were bad enough.
(Takes perfume from handbag and sprays herself)

How did you know I was up here, Natasha?

Your brother told me - well, told's a bit of an exaggeration. Where's Polly, Finn? 'Urggghh! (Pointing up) What? She's in her bedroom?' 'Uggghh! (Pointing up) Finally, I work out it's either heaven or the roof. (Takes lipstick and face compact from handbag and starts to retouch make-up.) - and, Polly - please don't take this the wrong way - but your brother stinks. The state of his hair should be punishable by law. And as for his breath Phew! It could strip nail varnish at twenty paces.
(Starts to climb down Stairs)

You should wear sensible shoes.

No girl wears shoes to be sensible.

They wear them to get blisters, do they?

Beauty knows no pain - now, Pol, quick. A word - (NATASHA pulls POLLY to one side.) Looks like we've got a yellow alert situation here.

Yellow alert?

Don't play dumb, Little Missy. Cast your mind back. Your first day at school. You're standing alone in the playground. You're close to tears -

I was not ...

Who saved you from total cred oblivion?

You made friends with me, if that's what you mean.

And you know why? Because under your totally naff surface, I detected the real you. The one who, by half term, with my help and a make-over

I don't want a make-over -

Park your lips! What did I tell you on that first day? Be careful who you talk to. Ask me who's in, who's out. Did I say that?

Yes.

So why the geek?

He's not a geek! He's very nice.

Orange alert. Niceness has nothing to do with it. It's like saying someone with measles is nice. It don't matter. Geekiness is contagious. Now, let's get away from here pronto.

I like Jake.

Red alert Pol, you'll be hiding between the dustbins before the term's out.

I don't care! He's my friend. And if you can't accept that, then … well, you're not the deep, warm, sensitive, mature person I thought you were. Someone who's as beautiful inside as she is out. (Pause)

... Hiya, Jake. (Pause.) I’m doing my hair different now. Had it cut since last term.

Don't talk about yourself. Be interested in him. (Slight pause)

So, Jake ... What do you think about my hair

I didn’t mean that

Oh, I give up!