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I could find out.

- I don't actually want to know.

- Neither do I.

- I'm just saying. You asked...

- I wonder where Fat is.

- Zoe?

- Mm.

- She hasn't been in school for a while.

- I hadn't noticed.

I thought you would have.

She leaves a big gap.

She's not on my radar.

- Is it cos we pushed her into the pond?

- I didn't push her.

- Think she's weeping herself to death?

- I didn't push her.

Maybe you should write to her.

Maybe you should write her

a pamphlet or something.

What do you think?

What is this?

What do you want from me?

Meet me under the railway bridge after school

and we'll take it from there.

Bring a Polaroid camera and a diary.

OK?

- Got the camera and the diary?

- Do you have the pamphlet?

Give me the camera.

OK.

Now kneel down.

Please, Jordana... What is this?

Kneel down.

Close your eyes.

We kissed until our lips felt swollen.

Her mouth tasted of milk, Polo mints

and Dunhill International.

OK. Now take out the diary

and write today's date.

Write a few paragraphs on how excited

you are to have kissed me.

Mention what a dick Mark Pritchard is

and slag off Abby Sluts.

- It's Smuts.

- Let's call her Sluts.

I sit next to her in Geography,

so we're mates.

I don't need your life story.

Wow. You look mentally retarded.

Have you ever kissed anyone before?

I had in fact only kissed

one person before - Zoe Preece.

It was after the Cowboys And Indians

school disco.

I told her if we were going to do it,

we had to hide behind the refectory.

Her tongue was blue

from blackcurrant squash.

It smouldered in the cold.

OK, I've done it.

Good.

- Can I have the pamphlet now?

- No.

- What will you do with the photos?

- Leave them lying around school.

For people to accidentally find.

Oh.

What are you complaining about?

This is conclusive proof

that you might not be gay.

Gaylord! Gaylord! Gaylord! Gaylord!

Come on, gay boy, take back

what you said about me!

I take it back. I take it back.

And admit that you're in fact a gaylord.

No. Do not admit it.

- Do not admit that.

- Shut up, Chips.

Fine. I'm gay. I'm very gay.

And Jordana's a slut.

- Jordana is a slut.

- No.

Say it. Say it!

No.

Don't be a dick, Mark. Just let him go.

Fine. I'll let him go.

I'll let him go.

Lf... he admits you're a slut.

- Ooh.

- Just say it, gay boy.

Say it.

Why don't you go f*** yourself?

F***ing big gay.

I was completely overbalanced.

It was luck. I'm gonna get him for this.

I'll bring him so much pain.

Probably catch him like he caught me,

on the sly.

Blood.

- Are you gonna get up now?

- Yeah. Sorry, yeah.

- You've got scaly hands.

- It's eczema.

Now that we had kissed

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