The third hut.

Thirsty, I headed back to the clearing. Curious, I halted to spy on Simon and Ralph.

Simon, oblivious to Ralph's stares, continued to work on the shelter. He looked up and caught Ralph staring, Ralph looked away but he wasn't quick enough for Simon. Simons wickedly blue eyes never missed a thing. Ralph pretended to be busy with the shelter but I could see the red creeping through his cheeks to his ears. Simon's side of the shelter tumbled down but his full attention was all for Ralph. My fists were clenched in balls of fury as the small black haired boy stroked Ralph's arm. Ralph looked up, stunned, but there was a hint of pleasure in his eyes. Ralph, with one finger, wiped a trickle of sweat from Simon's face, then, in one daring moment, Ralph grabbed Simon's face, pulled him closer, and then, their lips met.

I, Jack Merridew, kept calm, but I was watching. Their stupid kiss seemed without end but finally, Simon pulled away. Giggling, he brushed his black hair out of his eyes. Ralph's ears went red. But the blonde boy was thrilled. I could see it. Rage and envy burned inside me but I still remained unruffled. I am head boy. I can sing. I will make Simon mine. With thoughts of grandeur and victory in mind, I stepped out of the bushes to greet the boys.