Bullying Page #2

the English exam.

Jordi!

-I wanna talk to you.

-What do you want?

Well look...

Our joke the other day...

We went too far.

You did. Way too far.

Come on, Jordi. Listen, dude.

Come on. Please.

Jordi.

Look...

I don't know...

If you want, hop on my scooter.

We live next to each other.

Come on. I just want to drive

you home. I swear.

-He doesn't know what he's in for.

-It's up to him.

OK, I'm out of here.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Jordi!

Can I have my helmet back?

Look, my birthday's this Saturday.

You're invited.

You can come if you want.

OK. Sure.

What's up? Hear all the noise?

Nacho's dad is out.

It's gonna be a blast.

Come on in.

Nachete, look who's here.

Dude, Jordi!

Happy birthday.

I brought you this.

-You really didn't need to.

-I just downloaded it.

Hope you like it.

Man, what a shitty f***ing present.

And today isn't my birthday.

But I invited you

to liven up the party.

-Go to hell.

-Jordi, what's the matter?

-Aren't you the big nice guy?

-Go to hell.

I'll go to hell

but you're not leaving.

Since you're here,

let's play.

Let me go!

-Drink it now!

-You're getting me wet!

I'm not smoking that!

Dance with Paula. Dance with Paula.

No way!

F***ing wait a minute.

-I'm leaving, Paula.

-No, no.

I said I'm leaving!

-A**hole

-I'm leaving!

Nacho, f***ing do something!

Get off me!

Leave me alone!

Make him drink, make him.

Move.

Wait! I'm sorry, Nacho.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, OK?

I'm sorry.

You're gonna eat this one.

Just kidding.

Dude, I was kidding.

I was f***ing kidding!

What's your problem, kid?

Man, seeing you like that

you'd think we're family.

I'd go to the corner bar to wash

my face before going home to mom.

Here, take this.

Jordi?

Jordi.

It's about time, isn't it?

Are you OK?

Of course I'm OK.

Did you see what you look like?

You reek of alcohol and tobacco.

I just drank a little, that's all.

OK, I was smoking too.

You drinking and smoking?

All the kids my age do it.

But you didn't used to.

I'm surprised.

Don't turn this into a drama.

Fine.

But if you come home late again

don't turn off

your cell phone, got it?

Got it.

OK, now you go to sleep.

You're exhausted.

I can tell.

Sometimes I'm not sure

who's the mom and who's the son.

You're a big help to me. Really.

A huge one.

Some joint, huh?

And boozing it up.

Like a real man,

not a f***ing wuss.

Hey, kid.

What? Talking to the gym teacher

without my permission?

No more playing basketball.

Is that clear?

Where are you going?

He's going to cry!

You're not so cool here,

are you a**hole?

You're scared shitless.

-Hold him!

-Cut it out!

Help! Help!

I'll make sure I don't spill a drop.

You bastard! I'm gonna tell!

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