itâs that great fat bird,â Gex said. âShe looks like a Heidi.â
âOr maybe the one with the zits,â Keith suggested.
âSit down,â I hissed. âBe cool.â
âAre you gonna call?â Gex asked, sitting down finally.
âNo of course not!â I said. âI have a girlfriend.â
Gex rolled his eyes. âIt doesnât count when youâre overseas.â
âIt doesnât,â Keith confirmed. âI went to Bermuda once to pick up a package, obviously I couldnât take my girl. Oh my God, I got up to some stuff there.â
âWhat stuff?â Gex asked, eyes wide.
âWe donât need to hear about the stuff,â I said.
âAnyways, the point is, why take sand to the beach?â Keith said.
âDamn,â I said, suddenly remembering something. âWeâve got to find an internet café.â
âWhat for?â Keith asked.
âI have to call my probation officer.â
He sat back as if stung. âYouâre on probation? What for, man?â he asked. âWhat did you do?â
âHe capped a guy,â Gex said.
âNo shit?â Keith said, now looking slightly alarmed.
I shook my head. âI did not. I injured a lollipop lady, OK?â
There was a short silence, in which Gex looked at the floor and Keith picked his teeth with a cocktail stick, looking utterly bemused.
âIs that, like, code for something, huh?â he whispered.
âNo. A lollipop lady is a woman who helps small children cross the road,â I said. âItâs a British tradition. A man can do it too. Whoever does it wears a white coat and is generally close to drawing their pension.â
âWhoah,â said Keith, as though I had just spoken Martian. âThatâs  â¦Â well, thatâs  â¦Â â
âPathetic?â suggested Gex.
âIt didnât seem pathetic to the magistrate,â I told Keith. I finished my drink. âNow if weâre done discussing petty crime, I have some skyping that needs doing.â
âGood Lord, Ben. Are you trying to get me fired or something?â
âSorry, Ms Gunter,â I said quietly. I didnât want Keith to hear me grovelling. They were over on the other side of the café, checking their Minecraft worlds.
âDo you know what time it is here?â she asked.
âEveningish?â I suggested.
âItâs 8.34pm,â she said.
âYouâre not in your nightie yet, at least,â I pointed out.
âI was having dinner,â she snapped.
âYes. In fact, you have a little bit of spinach between your teeth,â I said, trying to be helpful.
âYou promised,â she said. âYou promised me you wouldnât do this again.â
âIâm sorry. Itâs just that I still donât have my phone and itâs been a really crazy day.â
She just glared.
âTomorrow,â I said. âIâll call you just after breakfast.â
âGood,â she said.
âIf thereâs time.â
âBen!â
âBrandi comes for me really early,â I explained. âWe have more interviews tomorrow.â
âCall me!â she said.
âThatâs what all the girls say,â I said, trying to make a joke out of it.
The screen went blank. Sheâd hung up.
I still had some time, so I called Megan. I wasnât expecting her to answer, but then the screen flickered and the connecting icon came up.
âHey, gorgeous,â I said as the screen flicked into life.
A dishevelled-looking kid wearing a
Despicable Me
T-shirt loomed into view.
It was Marcus, Meganâs little brother.
âOh, hi, Marcus. Is Megan around?â
âNo, she left a while ago,â he said. I like Marcus, heâs not a sneak, and doesnât call me Bellend and try to trip me up outside Boots, like others of his age and gender are prone to doing.
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