We sit in the Sainsbury’s car park passing a bottle
of cider around.
Meg acts like she’s pissed before she’s even had a sip,
and once she’s had a few mouthfuls
she flaps about and asks Dan who he fancies,
hoping he’ll say her,
which he doesn’t.
‘Know that bird in lower sixth
with the massive tits?’ he asks.
Kenny laughs.
Ryan snorts.
Meg tries to look interested.
‘There are like a hundred girls in the sixth form,’
I say.
Dan looks at me,
down at my chest,
and I wish I hadn’t opened my mouth.
He smirks.
‘Nah,
but there’s this one bird
and she’s pure porn material.’
His mates laugh again.
Shawna swigs at the cider.
Liz looks at her phone.
‘What a whore,’ Meg says.
‘Here’s hoping,’ Dan says,
hooting,
high-fiving his mates
then
grabbing his crotch and squeezing it.
Like anyone wants to see that.