The girl was bueatiful. Like, dead buetiful. Sam wanted to touch her all over, but not in a pervy way becose she was so lovely and she din't desurv that. He wanted to treet her rite and stroke her hair and luck after her. She had…
"Errr…what the FOOK are you doin'?"
Simon's eyes widened as he turned round to see Kelly. She was glaring at him, chewing furiously. Her hands were already half clenched into fists, but frozen a few inches from her side. For now.
"I…nothing, I don't…it was there! It must have fallen out! I didn't…" he faltered under her gaze. He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't been punched yet, because in Simon's experience girls who punched didn't usually hang about. His heart started to sink. Maybe he'd made the wrong assumption about Kelly. Maybe she was the other type of girl. He smoothed his hair.
"Just…just fookin give it back you freak" she muttered, snatching the paper from his hand. With one neat movement she folded it in half and posted it through the gap between her locker door and its' frame. "And keep yer gob shut, alright? Or I'll fookin DO you one."
Simon watched her go, fists now safely jammed back in her pockets. He had no idea what had just happened, but he was very good at keeping his gob shut.