"Din-Dins!" Mercutio yelled, rubbing his head annoyed, glaring at Richard. "That hurt!"
His lip wobbled. "I'm telling Benvolio!"
He turned and ran down the corridor, screaming: "Benny-Kins! Bensy-Wensy! Ben-Bens! Richard pushed me through the door and made me hit my head! Benny-Kins, where are you!? BENNY!?"
Richard sighed and rolled his eyes for what was probably the 7th time that morning- he didn't know, he had lost count- and he decided not to tell Mercutio, who was now hollering like a banshee down the corridor, that Benvolio had probably not arrived at school yet. It was only 8:05. He, George and Mercutio were definite early birds- which was a surprise because George was an absolute lazy pig and a moody arse on Saturday mornings- and they were often seen mopping around the corridors of the school on weekday mornings. (Though George always ran off to cheat his way out of homework by breaking into the Teachers' Lounge when no one was looking.)
Richard was about to go after his extremely eccentric friend when his phone buzzed. He searched through his pocket and pulled out the lit up phone. "A new message…" he thought. "From Henry…"
It read: "Just arrived. At the entrance. Where the bloody hell r u? Hal ;-)"
At the bottom it said: "P.S. Has George raided the Teach's Lounge again?"
Richard smiled at his friend's impatience and, quickly sent him a reply. He couldn't be bothered to go out in the cold again.
"Yeah… The b*&% ?d left me outside to freeze my ass off, and I've had to babysit Mercutio! Lucky me! 9_9"
"You poor sod! ;-D" Harry replied. "Meet u in the locker area?"
"Sure."
Putting his phone on silent mode after sending the message and placing it in his bag, Richard strolled confidently down the corridor to the Sixth Form's locker area.
The young adolescent placed his bag by his locker, before he opened it with his key. 452 was his locker number. Sliding the shiny key in, he turned the lock and opened the door. Inside, there was his PE kit and a folder as a spare in case he lost any of his other ones. "Very organised…" he thought proudly, giving a small, smug smile, which he only did privately at most times. "Good work, Richard."
Suddenly, he felt someone prod him sharply in the back, which made him jump and sent shivers down his spine. He turned to see Harry smiling at him, a smile broadening and spreading from ear to ear. "Hey ya, Richard!" he beamed. "Having a nice morning?"
He winked at him. Richard sighed, turned around, placed his coat in the locker, before slamming it shut, and turned again to face his friend. "Hardly…" he rolled his eyes, which were now beginning to hurt from doing it so many times in the little time he'd been at the school that morning, and he folded his arms and pretended to pout. "Merc's been a nuisance, as usual."
Henry leaned against the set of identical lockers, only individual because of their numbers of the damage that he been done to them over the years, and he looked at Richard with a raised eyebrow. "Well, what DID you expect?" he stated, surprised at Richard for not knowing what seemed to be pretty obvious, "He IS Mercutio, after all!"
"Great guess, Sherlock!"
"Why, thank you Watson!" Sarcasm dripped through their words.
Henry looked around. "Where IS Mercutio?" he asked. The boy turned his head to look at his smaller friend. "I thought you said you were babysitting him?"
"I was…" Richard said, putting his bag over his shoulder after he had bent over to pick it up, "But the wacko's gone to find Benvolio."
"Why?" Henry asked again.
"I pushed him through the door because he was messing around and I was freezing my ass off out there and he started screeching that I had deliberately hit him on the head. He legged it down the corridor going: 'Ben-Bens! Benny-Kins! Bensy-Wensy! Din-Dins hit me! Waa Waa!"
He laughed at his impersonation and so did Henry. "Come on. Let's find Merc and George before they get themselves into trouble."
"As if they haven't." Richard said, rolling his eyes again, following Henry down the corridor to the Teacher's Lounge where George would probably be…