“We were just playing…”
“You knew it upset him. You knew he didn’t see it as playing.”
“We’re sorry,” said Daniel.
“Too late.” I tried not to show glee as they both looked as though they were about to cry. “Well…I suppose…We could kiss and make up…” They didn’t say anything. They just looked at one another hoping one of them would understand what I was talking about. They turned back to me with blank expressions on their faces. There was a pause. “Come on then, kiss and make up…”
After the video that Piers took on his mobile phone, was emailed to — as it turned out — everyone who subscribed to the school’s digital magazine, which was run by the students, it was Daniel and Ben who started the rumour that I was a peodophile. It was them who stated the whole video couldn’t be shown because it showed Rebecca’s younger sister dancing for me in her underwear. They admitted that was a lie when the police were involved but not so everyone could hear — only the officers, my mum and Rebecca’s parents. Rebecca denied being in the room at the time; her denial helped by the fact that the sound was muted with dodgy ‘porn’ music edited over it. Ben and Daniel never did apologise for the trouble it landed me in. It didn’t help that David was sulking with me too. He had warned me not to go and felt that I should have trusted what he said.
“I don’t understand,” said Daniel.
“Let me spell it out to you,” I said. “I want you to kiss Ben.”
Daniel looked down to the gun, in my hand, and then over to Piers at the back of the room. He turned to Ben and leant forward. After he closed his eyes he gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Well,” I said, “that was very sweet but…I think you can do better than that. Kiss him like you mean it. I want to see tongues. You know…Because I’m such a faggot.”
“We didn’t mean it!” said Ben; a look of panic on his face and his voice shaking. “Please…We didn’t mean it. Okay?”
“Okay. Thanks. Means a lot to me. Now…Kiss. And look as though you’re enjoying it.”
The fallout from the leaked video footage was more or less over by the third week. At least, it was at school. At home mum still wouldn’t let me go out and she still wasn’t entirely happy with what had happened. I kept telling her it wasn’t my fault but she just kept saying how embarrassing it was for the family. For the family? What about me? I didn’t ask to have the video shown everywhere. I didn’t want people seeing it. I’m the one who has to go out and see the people who have seen the video. It’s not like mum bumps into the people who watched it. It’s not as though mum bumps into anyone.
“Your father is going to be so disappointed when he gets home,” mum kept reminding me.
“Who cares what he thinks? Who cares what anyone thinks? It’s not like we’ll be here for very long! We never are!”
“And then what did she say?” asked David. I was sat with him in the cafeteria. It was the first time we had spoken properly since the video leaked.
“She said I was ungrateful. Apparently dad does all this for me…Moving around…The working…Apparently it’s all for me but that’s rubbish.”
“How so?”
“If they wanted the best for me, they’d have left me in the same school. They wouldn’t move me around. They’d want me to meet new people, make new friends and, more importantly, keep them!”
“Dad works because it’s what he wants. He doesn’t give a shit about me or mum. Pretends he does but…He doesn’t.”
David didn’t say anything. I guess he realised I just needed to vent.
“Well, I’m sorry for everything you went through,” he said eventually.
“Thank you.”
“But…”
“Don’t say it.”
“I told you so…”
I gave him a look which said ‘thanks for that’. He simply smiled.
“Everything sorted now though?” he asked. “I mean, with regards to the police and Head?”
I nodded, “I nearly got expelled for it.”
“I saw the film…” he smiled, “…impressive.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
David laughed.
“Look out…a new film in the making,” said Daniel.
I span around and saw Daniel and Ben on the table behind us. They were laughing, like they usually were when they were mocking someone or something. A real life version of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. David rolled his eyes.
“Who do you think will be the giver and who will be the taker?” asked Ben.
I didn’t say anything. There was so much I could say but…There was no point. I had already learnt that smart arse comments don’t make them go away. Today was all about trying something new; ignoring them. I looked at David and hoped he’d stay quiet too.
“Look…Look at the way they’re looking at each other…They’re going to kiss…”
“Look…” I said to my fellow classmates, “…Look, they’re going to kiss…”
“Please,” said Ben. “We’ve said we’re sorry.”
“And I appreciate it. Now kiss.” I raised the gun up to his face. “I won’t be asking again…”
Ben and Daniel looked at each other. A slight pause as they both processed what they were going to have to do.
“Wait!” I suddenly yelled. They pulled away from each other. “Wait…” There was relief on their faces. I took up a mobile phone, from the table on the teacher’s table, and loaded up the camera. “Okay, now you can kiss.” They knew I wasn’t joking. “And…Action…”
There was a long pause as they just looked at each other. They turned to the camera. Off shot I waved the gun in the air. They looked back to one another. They knew what they had to do. The funny thing is, though, they don’t know the half of what they have to do. Today, they are my performing monkeys and I’m going to make the most of it.
“Kiss him, faggot,” I hissed.
Mrs Jones shifted uneasily in her chair. Probably remembering her little show and tell for the class. I shot her a glance to keep her quiet. By the time I looked back to Ben and Daniel they were standing nose to nose. Be interesting to see who makes the first move. My money is on Ben. ‘Bender Ben’ has a certain ring to it. Daniel leaned forward and kissed Ben on the mouth. I’m glad I didn’t put any real money on it. They stopped and turned to me. I hadn’t moved. I was still pointing the camera at them. That wasn’t a kiss. Not a proper one. Not like lovers. I peered out from behind the phone’s screen and gave them a stern look…A stern look they both understood. They turned back to each other. This time it was Ben to make the move. He stepped forward and tilted his head to the side with his mouth slightly opened. Daniel moved closer too, his mouth also open slightly. Soon their lips were interlocked in a passionate embrace. I could be wrong but…They look as though they’re enjoying it. Certainly making for interesting footage. Wonder what the rest of the school will think of it when I email it to the same people Piers emailed when he made his little video?
8
“Let’s go,” I said to David. I did my best to ignore the comments from Ben and Daniel; did my best to rise above it but they were starting to annoy me and I knew David would have been feeling the same.
“Aw, where are you going?” Daniel asked.
“Toilets, I expect,” said Ben. “Probably want to have a little sausage for their pudding.” They laughed. Other people, who were sat around them listening, also laughed. Very funny.
