Charlie gasps, his singing coming abruptly to a halt.
"Oh, shit, guys! What're we supposed to do if we need to have a piss?"
"Please, stop." You plead the boy, as he shrugs, turning to you.
"If you gotta go, you gotta go."
Everyone looks to Charlie as he, very audibly, unzips his fly. You gag, and cast Woody a pleading look as a cry for help. Tell him to stop.
"Oh my God!" Kyle shouts, covering his eyes.
"Hey, you're not taking a piss in here, mate." You've never heard the football captain so stern in his life. He's not joking around, clearly.
"Shh! Don't talk, don't talk! It makes me crawl back up!" Charlie tells Woody, closing his eyes
"You take it out, you're dead before the first drop touches the floor." Charlie gasps mockingly, raising his eye brows and challenging the older boy.
"You know," He says, "You're pretty sexy when you get angry...Grr," He raises his eye brows, and you burst into laughter, trying hard to conceal it.
Charlie looks to Dan, "Hey, kiddo. Oi. Hey, I'm talking to you- yes, you." He gestures to the door, his, er, there, being put away now. "Why don't you go and shut that door. We can get little old miss over here impregnated," You gasp.
"What the fuck?" You demand, slightly sickened by his presence.
"Hey!" Woody shouts, slamming his fist on the table. "If I lose my tempar, you're totaled, man."
"Totally?"
"Totally."
Kyle turns to Charlie, "Why don' you just shut up? Nobody here is fucking interested." He snaps. You feel a tap on your arm, and turn to see Will leaning over.
"You okay?" He asks quietly, and you nod. He gives you a shy smile, and goes back to his normal position.
"I was joking, God. A joke, you know what one of those is?" Charlie rolls his eyes and turns to you- "Seriously, I'm sorry, I was joking." You flash him the middle finger, and ignore him. "Fine. Anyway, Sporto. What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your football socks?"
"Uh, excuse me, guys? I think we should just, er, you know, write our papers." His voice shakes with nervousness, his face white.
Once again, he is ignored, and you feel a pang of guilt for the poor boy. He just wants to stay out of trouble- speaking of which, why is he in here in the first place? As far as you knew, that kid was a straight A* Student.
"Look, just because you're an attention seeker doesn't mean you need to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off." Woody tells his enemy, who mockingly acts hurt, putting his forehand over his eyes and forehead, and one on his heart.
"I'm pained!" He says dramatically, "Anyway, it's a free country."
"Mate, leave him. He's just doing it to piss you off," Kyle tells Woody, pulling him back to his seat. He easily towers both of them, his lanky frame much taller than the both of theirs. "Ignore him."
"You couldn't ignore me if you tried, Simmons." Charlie looks to the two boys suspiciously, an idea popping into his eyes. "So, are you guys, like, dating? Boyfriends? Aww, cute." He smiles cheekily. "Steady dates? No? Er, lo-overs?" He sighs, throwing his hands in the air, "Come on, Sporto. You gotta get on my level here. It's not bad to be gay, you know. Do you, you know," He makes a circle with his index finger and thumb, and puts his other index fing- you know what I'm talking about.
