Chapter Six

"I'm going to get you, traitors," Greg hissed at Rob and Paul. "You just wait." Dave was becoming exceedingly nervous. Several times, the ex-friends had passed each other in the streets, or even at school on the rare occasions the boys were there together. Nothing had come of the spat threats so far, but Dave knew it was only a matter of time before something big happened. In the few weeks he'd known Greg, he'd never seen him this angry.

Today, Greg had been forced to go to school by his parents. Unfortunately, as the boys used to be friends, every class they shared, they sat near each other. This only served to fuel their argument. Dave was amazed that they'd managed to get to the lunch break without any serious incidents. His luck didn't hold. As Greg and Dave walked down the corridor from their last lesson, Greg spotted Rob and Paul laughing hysterically at something on Paul's phone. Greg sauntered over and plucked the phone out of Paul's hands. He stared down at the screen, and his face went bright red. Dave couldn't see what was on the screen, but he knew it couldn't be anything good.

"Give me my phone back," Paul said angrily.

"How dare you spread that shit about me," Greg spat. Rob tried to push the two apart.

"Just leave it Greg. It isn't worth it. We didn't put it on there, we got sent it by some lunatic."

"Seemed funny enough to you." Rob had no reply to that. Paul tried to grab his phone from Greg's hands. Greg stared at the phone, and then grinned. "Dirty phone. I think it needs a bath." He ran off down the corridor, Paul in hot pursuit. Rob stared at Dave for a moment.

"Help separate the two?" Dave offered. "Greg is actually insane."

"You don't say. Why don't you hang out with us?" Dave knew that Rob and Paul were actually just as bad as Dave, but he didn't like to say so.

"I'm scared of what Greg might do to me. I've heard what he's done to some kids around here."

"Coward," Rob shrugged, and the two boys began to follow the sounds of shouting.

When they arrived on the scene, Paul was rolling on the floor with a bloodied nose, and Greg was trying to pull off the tie that was currently strangling him.

"Oh great," Dave muttered. "Because I really needed this in my life right now."

"You two are pretty pathetic," Rob announced. "Why don't we do this the proper way? We see who can steal the most beer from the off licence. We'll go first."

"No way," Greg choked, and finally succeeded in ripping off the tie. "We're going first."

"What?" Dave blurted.

"Four o'clock again," Greg informed him. "We're stealing all the beer in that shop."

"But-"

"Are you too chicken?"

"No. I'll be there."

Dave and Greg were in their hoodies again, and both had large rucksacks on. Dave had tried to persuade Greg that this was a really stupid idea, but he had been unsuccessful. In addition to this, Dave was fairly sure that the whole thing was a trap. He couldn't believe that Rob and Paul would do something like this, just to sort out a feud. The duo walked into the shop, where they saw the burly shop assistant from their last attempt to rob the shop.

"Maybe we should come back," Dave whispered. Greg shook his head.

"You can take him out, right?" Greg walked over, and began filling the two rucksacks with beer. The man walked over to them.

"Can I help you? You look quite young to be purchasing alcohol."

"Sod off," Greg told him. "I have an ID."

"May I see it?" The man said disbelievingly. Greg looked at Dave, and nodded towards the man. The shop assistant saw the gesture and grabbed Greg. The door opened and several police officers burst in.

"Stop right there!" one of them yelled. Dave had already begun to swing his leg in a roundhouse, and was too committed to stop. He got the assistant hard in the stomach, who groaned and collapsed. Greg barrelled into the police, knocking one of them down. The others immediately surrounded the two boys. Dave nervously raised his hands. Greg swore loudly.

"You chicken! What are you playing at?" Dave groaned, and realised this probably spelt the end of his part of the mission.

"We aren't going to get anywhere by resisting."

"You are so dead," Greg promised him. "You are so dead."