Kidulthood Page #4

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Yeah, blood, she's loose, man.

Cut her off, man.

What?

I slept with Katie last year.

Me and you weren't even together,

so f*** off!

Standard, blood. You get me. I told you

about that girl, man, she's a sket.

Pregnant, though.

It's a bit deep, still.

- So what you gonna do?

- I don't know, man.

F*** it, it can't be mine.

I just don't need

this sh*t today.

So what, can man's come

and reach your uncle with you, blood?

No, I think he wants

to see me alone, still.

So, what did he say?

He said he's going out.

And that f***ing Sam told him

we slept together.

So why didn't you tell him

what happened?

He didn't give me

a f***ing chance.

You know what, yeah,

f*** him and this f***ing baby.

- All right, girls?

- Mum, don't you knock?

Oi, none of your lip.

I know you're upset,

but that's no reason to be cheeky.

- Do you want a drink, Becky?

- No, thanks.

Right, I'm off to work.

Lis, I want you back by midnight.

- Oh, mum!

- One, then, on the dot.

And if you think you can't get back here

call your dad and he'll pick you up.

- All right?

- Okay.

Alis...

I know you're upset, but there's

nothing you could have done.

Now, I'm sad for

that other girl's parents...

but all that really matters

is that you're all right.

Are you all right?

I'm...

I'm fine.

Good.

See you later, darling.

- I love you, Lis.

- Love you.

Yo, D. Guess what, man,

I got the day off school.

And I'm going to that party

tonight as well.

Yeah, I know.

Your school belled a while ago.

Hi, Lenny.

I'm sorry about your sister, bro.

Tell your mate Trevor

I said thank you.

See you.

So, you gonna help me or what?

Yeah.

I still can't believe

Katie killed herself.

So, what do you wanna do?

You know what...

I wanna get f***ed up.

I wanna go shopping for tonight,

that'll make me feel better.

And if Trife don't want me,

I'm sure someone else will.

I meant about the baby.

Lose it, if I'm lucky.

Well, at least

you're thinking straight.

We've got the whole day off,

we might as well do something...

constructive with ourselves.

I know where we can score

some wicked draw.

I'd get so fat if I kept this.

Taxi!

What the f***, man?

What's f***ing taking him

so long, man?

Taxi!

F*** off!

F***ing hell, man!

Come on.

F***, man.

Look at this girl's p*ssy. Looks like

her guts are hanging out and sh*t.

Man, that's nasty, man.

I hate that sh*t, ugly p*ssy.

- Still poke it, though.

- No, that's not for me, star.

I won't f*** no girl, yeah,

unless she's got a DV?

DV?

Designer vagina, man.

Neat tucked in lips and sh*t.

It's the way forward, blood.

So, who's this guy again?

Rupert. I met him at some rave.

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