Chapter 83

“Mum, it’s…”

She shook her head at him; Darren shrugged. “Well, yeah,” he said. “Every school has bullying. Nobody’s going to carve things into his locker door, if that’s what you mean.” Or dump coffee on his head or shout at him in the street, but he didn’t add those bits. Jayden would strangle him. Or pour the hot tea on his head.

Mrs. Phillips raised her eyebrows. “Are you out at school, dear?”

Well, he hadn’t been expecting that question. Maybe Mrs. Phillips wasn’t as soft and fluffy as Darren had decided. Still, it was hardly a horrendous question. “Not really. It’s not a secret, but I’ve never said anything either.”

“Why not?”

“Mum, it’s…”

“None of their business,” Darren said, leaning back in his chair and stretching. Despite her being there, and despite the heavy conversation, he noticed Jayden’s gaze flicker along his torso, and he smirked.

“Bastard,” Jayden muttered lowly.

“Do your friends know? Your family?”