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matter how hard Kevin Riley willed it, that comforting, warm, peach glow did not illuminate her room. The curtains had not been thrown back, and Andrea Whitley’s mum was not going to dance in front of her window whilst very slowly taking off every item of clothing.
    “Well, I’m bored, Kev. Now, I’m sorta thinking that either she’s not bothered showing up or that you’re a fucking liar.”
    Kevin blinked, so trying not to cry; he knew a threat when he heard one.
    “So, that’s you fucked up, ain’t it? I mean, how are you going to get your nightly perv now?”
    Kevin placed his binoculars back into their case and turned around to glare at the heavyset boy kneeling on his bed and messing up his Doctor Who quilt cover. His glare increased in intensity when he saw that Thom Crowley was reaching towards his First World War bayonet fastened to the wall.
    “It won’t come off the wall, you know. My dad’s, like, welded it on.”
    He really wanted to tell Thom to stop messing about with his stuff, but that wasn’t going to happen. The lad was twice his size and like a million times harder.
    Kevin now realised that he’d made a major mistake inviting this stupid meathead into his house. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time to ask him to come over. He’d never told anyone about what Andrea’s mum had been getting up to these past few nights before, but what was the point of having a little secret if you couldn’t share it? Especially if it helped out Kevin’s dire situation. Of all the idiots in school, Thom was the only one who treated him with a smidgen of decency. By that, he meant that the lad didn’t nick his money or kick the crap out of him every other day like all the other meatheads in school did.
    He was also a tough little bastard. Nobody messed with Thom Crowley, even the older youths. It made sense, at least to him, that if he could hook up with Thom then perhaps the others would leave him alone.
    Kevin swallowed hard, watching Thom slide one of his plastic soldiers along the edge of the bayonet, and came to the conclusion that bringing him here was probably the worst idea that he’d ever had. Thom was just like all the others, a total dickhead.
    He had already broken an aerial off one of his Space Marines, and torn the bottom of his Alien poster. Now the bastard was casually cutting a German paratrooper in two. How would Thom react if he had called his girlfriend a whore or thrown dirt at his motorcycle? Like Kevin didn’t already know the answer to that one. The fat bastard would simply push his face into a pile of dogshit, simple as. It was all about showing respect, and Thom wrecking Kevin’s stuff just showed that Thom had none for Kevin. Thanks to that bitch not showing up, that situation wasn’t going to change.
    It wasn’t all about respect, though. You needed to have attitude, as well, to show that you weren’t afraid of anything or anybody. Kevin had tried the attitude thing earlier to one of the bigger boys. He’d glared at Ashton Naylor when he’d walked past him close to the chip shop. Once again, Kevin Riley’s stupid ideas put him one step closer to his early grave.
    “I don’t think that your girlfriend is going to give us a show tonight.” Thom threw the two pieces of soldier at him and laughed. “I would have never guessed that you, of all people, would have turned out to be such a little perv. Come to think of it, you probably just made it all up. Fuck knows why, probably to impress me, I guess.” Thom picked up another soldier. “See, thing is, I know for a goddamned fact that if some milf was flashing off her tits and crack, that news would be all over the estate faster than bad curry through a drunken bastard.” He giggled then frowned. “Bloody hell, this headache is driving me bat-shit. Has your mum got any aspirins?”
    “It’s not perving,” Kevin replied, ignoring Thom’s request for painkillers. “She does it right in front of her window