Swearing
Eddie pointed across the playground. "It can go over there."
Strolling past, a collection of boys carried bin bags. A new scheme of Rachel's where they learnt responsibility. If the students were going to litter, those who were caught could spend time after school picking it all up again. Her idea and yet, here he was.
He couldn't be annoyed. After all, he had suggested that he do it today. She had looked so tired and he had promised her that it would all be done.
"No!" he suddenly yelled, seeing the way Paul swung his rubbish at Bolton. "Just put the bins by the kitchens. Is that too hard to ask?"
Paul glanced across sheepishly, muttering an apology. Beside him, Bolton hid his laughter by looking down, back facing their teacher. Eddie followed them, not trusting they'd do the job correctly.
They came to the storage bins behind the kitchen, the boys filing through to dispose of the waste left in the school. No doubt the cleaners would appreciate a little help. At the back, Bolton laughed, swinging his bag at Paul's head.
"Bolton!"
Too late, the bottom of his bag split open, spilling the collected rubbish onto the gravel. Eyes wide, Bolton looked at Eddie.
"My bad, sir!" he called, already bending over to try and scrape up the remnants.
"Didn't I say not to mess around?" Eddie cried, arms swinging up in the air. "Isn't that why you're here to begin with? Bloody hell, boys. Just do what's asked of you for once."
Paul held up his hand, although he wasn't in the classroom. "Excuse me, sir, but I don't think you're allowed to swear."
Bolton snickered, disguising it as a cough. He could feel Mr Lawson's glare, even as he continued to stare at the scattered rubbish. Eddie didn't reply. There were a few things he would have liked to have said but none of them were suitable, not while he was still on school grounds.