Adulthood Page #3

What do you want her for?

Who are you?

Jay.

I don't wanna get involved, man.

I'm not scared.

But I'm about positivity,

like that black Jedi guy from Star Wars.

All right, I'll see you later. I'll see you

at Hammersmith later. I'll be there, man!

- Robert, what is going on?

- Low it, babe, yeah?

You don't remember me, do you?

Alex. Lexi, innit? Becky's cousin.

There's no reason you should. I was

two years younger and you was a c*nt.

I left in year 11

while you was still in sixth form.

Picking on boys

and trying to f*** girls in year 10...

- So what d'you wanna see her for?

- I thought she might know who's after me.

Yeah, she might, but I ain't seen her.

No one has. She's f***ed off, innit.

Look, yeah, I didn't know Trife well,

but... it's f***ed-up he's dead.

- So do you know anything?

- Why the f*** would I know anything?

I know some of them lot from school

and through her,

but not well enough to know

who's after you.

Or to give a f*** for that matter.

Well, that's it, innit?

What else do you want me to say?

You've gone jail, come out - what?

I ain't got nothing against you, but I don't

think we got anything more to chat about.

Ask that girl you was banging,

they was mates.

Claire? I asked that chick already.

She don't know nothing.

That girl was grimy.

Always losing her knickers. After lunch

she'd not know where she'd left 'em.

I remember you now.

You was always on your own, innit?

Yeah. My boyfriend went to a different

school, so I didn't chat with boys.

Girls didn't like me, so...

I got to the point where I did more things

to piss 'em off. You get me?

F*** it. If they ain't gonna love you,

make 'em hate.

I beg you a browns, Lex?

Who's your friend?

No. He ain't a friend.

Cool.

Yout!

- Safe for what you did, blood.

- I didn't do nothing, man.

Listen, I ain't trying to be

spars with you, you know.

You don't have to affiliate yourself

with me. I'm just saying safe, that's all.

Don't worry about it, boys.

It gets better.

I'm getting out tomorrow. Can't wait

to see my kids. You got any kids?

Know anyone that's got any kids?

Suit yourself.

Oi, Lex! What about Alisa?

You know some of them lot.

Can you get her to speak to me?

I've not spoken to her but I could get her

number. You know she had a daughter?

- Yeah. Can I have it?

- Her daughter? Oh, her number? No.

I'll get to her, see if she wants

to chat to you, but I doubt it.

I'm not high on the list of people

she wants to chat to either.

Here what. I got my mum's mobes,

I'll give you the digits.

I beg you bell mans

if she wants to speak or anything.

Yeah, safe for doing this, yeah?

Hey, can you get any gear and that?

Like, cheap?

Nah, man.

Oi, what's it like

knowing you've killed someone?

Blood, I need that ting off you now.

I don't give a f***.

I want him dead.

I want him dead today.

Kill my boy. Now he's back in the ends

like he's big and I'm not gonna do nothing!

Just cool down, man.

- I'll give you seven for everyting.

- Cool, man.

- You gonna help me with this or what?

- Jay, man just got out of jail today.

If something happens to him,

friends are gonna come for you.

I don't care, blood. I'll go jail.

You know what, I'm gonna give you

the piece, cos me and you are boys.

Just don't bring no f***ing drama

to my door, you hear me?

Course not.

You just gotta understand,

do you get me?

This boy... killed my tight bredren, man.

Listen, why don't you buy

a couple of the boys we got?

They'll do anything for a bit of cash.

Why don't you get 'em to do the job

for you, save you the trouble?

- And if they get caught, who gives a f***?

- Who?

Don't put no pussyholes on it

who'll take my money and not do nothing.

This lot won't f*** about,

they're a tight little crew.

- Omen, Dabs, and some others.

- Omen?

Yeah. You know him?

Nah, not really.

Why? Is he here?

Dabs is still here.

- Go on, go through with Andre.

- Come on, then.

Cuz, you're not on my level

on this game, man.

Cuz, why do you think they call me

King Henry, bruv? Check out the header.

Look-look-look! Bang!

Check out the replay.

- Mine's stuck.

- Nah! Check out the replay.

Hey, Dabs. Come through, mate.

Now, man. Come on.

Let me have that.

Mum?

How you doing, mum?

Everything OK, like?

Came out today.

Did you do that

to the front door?

Yeah. I'm s... I'm sorry.

I just needed... I needed to get in.

No one was home.

I mean, I'll pay for it.

Gonna go try get a job.

I'll go Jobcentre or something.

You know, cos we get taught stuff

in there. You can still get jobs and that.

I missed you, mum.

Some toast?

Let me get this straight. You want me

to get Omen, find this yout and murk him?

Yeah.

- You sure you want him dead?

- Yes, man, are you deaf? Dead.

- Why's he getting excited?

- Who the f*** you talking to?

Look, let's just calm the f*** down.

Can you do it or what?

What's in it for me, like?

Listen, I like the way

you been going on recently, blood.

So what say you come flex

with me and Andre for a bit?

Step up a bit, get a little piece

of what we're going on with.

You better watch yourself.

All right, man.

I'm sorry, man.

Sorry, Ike, man.

But come the f*** on. Kill a bre for just

that? You must think I'm any road yout.

- I ain't doing that.

- Listen!

I'll give you three grand now.

And then three more when it's done.

I ain't chatting sh*t to you, all right?

Take the money and go find him.

- You know what? Seckle the f*** down.

- Blood, you need to watch your mouth!

- Who is it?

- Name's Sam Peel.

Sam Peel?

- You do know that...

- Don't worry about what I know.

- Yeah, but...

- You still gonna do it, blood?

- Know what? Rag on.

- Good.

And don't let the others know

who he is, blood.

No, I mean it, blood. Don't even

let them mans see his face too tough.

Just go get Omen

and do your f***ing job.

You see him, you kill him.

- You do know what he looks like, yeah?

- Course, blood.

He robbed me when I was nine.

Yo, Henry!

- We're gone, blood!

- Tss!

Don't forget I've got the title, blood.

I beat you eight times.

That's Henry the Eighth.

What's wrong with these kids nowadays?!

They ain't got no respect, blood.

Always on a hype ting.

I didn't chat to my elders like that.

Here you go.

So what's going on?

- They want us to kill someone.

- What?! Who?

- I ain't supposed to tell you, blood.

- Come on, blood, I ain't gonna tell no one.

- Sam Peel.

- Who's that?

- You don't know?

- No.

But you know what, cuz, it don't even

matter. I ain't into all that stupidness.

You told them

it's all nonsense, yeah?

You're thinking about it, innit?

Blood, don't be stupid, man!

When I tell Omen and Blammy

they're gonna laugh in your face.

Tss!

Ike and them must think we're d*ckheads.

If you're thinking of doing it, you're stupid.

Who the f*** you calling stupid?

Blood, you're a dunce

if you kill someone for them fools.

Next man would do it twice

for that kind of Ps.

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