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anyone would want to have a go – but they still want to try it. The Goliath principle, I presume. Everyone wants to tackle the monster.
    He’s a funny boy, is Jase, but what I like the most about him, aside from the fact that he’s so dumb with his goofy jokes and shit, is that he has this energy that is mad unpredictable and comes out of nowhere. There’s a charge that comes out of him that can give anyone standing near an electric shock. Moves like a very tall featherweight. I’ve had it a couple of times, so I know what I’m talking about. One minute you’re outside the offie and talking to people and everything’s all easy, the next he’s over in a corner without his legs even moving, and he’s got the guy by the phonebox in a headlock, and all without a word; bish bash, nice to meet ya, crack. I’m never bored when he’s around.
    I’m a good boy really, but I won’t lie about it; I like the street violence around here. It’s probably one of the reasons I’ll never move out of Surrey.
    Today he’s carrying, so we’re smoking a couple. You kind of have to if you’re out with Jason, that’s the rules. I’m having one puff out of every five, doing a Bill Clinton with the inhalations. Ever so gently, since my lower lip is still the size of a fish slice after last week’s Vera-baiting. I’m not a wuss. I just have a race in two days’ time, and want to win. Jason’s guzzling enough for both of us anyway. He barely notices what I’m doing – and what I’m not.
    â€˜Should I give her one?’ he repeats.
    â€˜Why?’
    â€˜Why not? She’s hot. V, you’ve been busy lately with your running and that nerd stuff. You’re not paying attention to what’s going on. You should see how she looks at me.’
    He’s the only person I let call me V.
    â€˜And how does she look at you?’
    â€˜Like she wants to eat my dick.’
    We laugh like a pair of duffuses.
    â€˜Well,’ I go, in my posh voice, ‘speaking as someone who’s already sampled the goods, I’d say she’s well worth boning.’
    â€˜Are you saying you’ve done her? And not told me?’
    â€˜It was the Christmas holidays. She was bored. I was bored …’
    I’m more stoned than I realise. Moon is going to kill me.
    â€˜What do you make of this?’ I’m saying quickly, pulling a letter from my bag, realising that I don’t really want to get into what I got up to with Moon. Also, trying to play it cool, because the last thing I want is him getting any further than her tits.
    Jason does a double take and starts chanting, pulling out a similar letter from his jacket.
    â€˜Who’s bad? Who’s bad? Who’s bad? Who’s bad? Shit, I knew there was something I wanted to tell you.’
    The letters are from the school to our parents, telling them that their children are shit.
    â€˜We’re in for it, aren’t we?’ he goes, after scanning my letter.
    They are the same word for word, even down to the spelling mistakes – an extra c in fracas, and one n too many in unprovoked. The Year Head is requesting a meeting at our parents’ earliest convenience. We don’t see either of them being free for that meeting. Ever.
    Jase hands over his letter and I stuff both of them in the tree. Push them as far down as I can manage, grazing my fingers as I pull them out. We could have started a nice little bonfire instead, but Jase hasn’t got much lighter fuel left and is being stingy. The tree is hollow at a certain point of entry, round halfway up. The only way you’d find it is by climbing the thing. And there’s little chance of that round here. Most of the guys at our school are happy to stand outside the offie and get pissed. No one is interested in climbing a fucking tree. Not unless you’re using it as practice to get up