scene forty - smuggle - year nine

“Do you guys realise how stupid this is?” Even in their excitement, they could see how completely idiotic this idea was. Were they going to join in? Absolutely. But it was a terrible idea. A teacher could come around the corner at any moment, literally, and they’d all be sent to Ice for a million years—well, maybe that was a little dramatic, but they’d certainly be in a lot of trouble, and none of them would be trusted by the teachers ever again. “Or you could not listen to me. That’s fine too.”

“Don’t be so pissy, Jey, or I’ll tell Blake not to give you any.” T retorted, sticking his tongue out at them, and they had to look away before their mind wandered onto… other topics, related to those inviting lips… “Hello? Earth to Jey? Want some vodka?”

“Vodka tastes like cat piss.” Rolling their eyes, they watched the large kid—was he in their year—open up his backpack, revealing the clinking contents. “If anyone walks around that corner, I don’t know any of you.”