Kidulthood

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Where are you?

Oh, yeah.

All right, all right, later.

You all right, Alisa?

You girls coming

to my party, yeah?

It's gonna be wicked,

everyone's gonna be there.

So, I was, like, Listen, yeah, brush

your teeth after you lick me out...

don't try and kiss me,

you get me?

- That's proper grimy.

- I know, proper ghetto.

Moony's buff, you know.

- Have you got a spare cigarette?

- No, I'm giving up.

Shaneek and Carleen are over there.

They're watching us.

Did you finish the coursework

for them?

No.

Katie!

You girls gotta come to my party.

It's gonna be heavy.

- Who's gonna be there?

- Everyone's coming.

Mum and dad are away,

so anything goes.

Anything.

- Please come.

- Safe, yeah?

Hey, pussyhole,

seen Claire around?

You like this,

isn't it, Charlotte?

Why you calling me that?

You know my name's Claire.

So that if anyone else hears, they don't

think that you're, you know, Sam's girl.

- You scared of him, Jay?

- Of Sam? No.

All right, girls.

Wanna come to my party?

Are you gonna come? Surely your mum

can low you, it's Friday night.

I don't know,

I'm not feeling too good.

And I ain't got nothing to wear.

Okay, if I score some money to get us

something to wear, will you come?

- Where you gonna get that much money?

- Don't watch that.

What go on, b*tch?

- You seen Claire anywhere?

- No.

- What?

- No.

What the f*** you looking at,

you fat b*tch? You know me?

Have you seen Claire?

Can't we kick, man?

I'm not your f***ing security guard.

- Yes, Moony.

- Yo, Trife.

- Where you been, man?

- I had a couple things to do, man.

What's wrong with these batty holes,

man. Always f***ing playing football.

Come in the class,

stinking it up afterwards.

Hey, just light the zoot, man.

Come on, Becky.

Let's go.

You know what? Them two girls

over there are f***ing weird, blood.

I know. What the f***

she's looking at, man?

How can you make her watch you

like that, blood?

See me now, if that was me,

I wouldn't have it.

You should spark

in her f***ing face.

Yeah, you watch.

I'm gonna mash her up.

- Hey, come on, let's go, Jay.

- All right, man.

- Ring me tonight, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah, course I will.

- Come on.

- Yes, man, there...

- and that Claire's p*ssy is live, man.

- You're gonna be late.

Let's get inside

before the second bell.

Come on.

Oi, Alisa's looking tit, boy.

Why you split up with her?

I don't know, man.

I dashed it, isn't it?

She just... I don't know.

- Boy, you're a fool, Trife man.

- Hey, f*** off, man.

You're brave, blood...

I would never leave that, man.

- I'd f*** that everyday.

- Everyday, blood, standard.

- What you talking about?

- Rub them titties all night, blood.

What you uniform pussyholes know about

titties and p*ssy and all them thing?

And what you doing chatting about Alisa?

I f***ed that girl a few weeks ago, blood.

Everyday for a week

when she's supposed to be your girl.

Think you're so bad, isn't it?

What did I tell you before, huh?

When I call you, you must come.

Beat her, Shaneek star.

- What did I tell you your name was?

- Big bird.

Leave me alone, please.

Get up.

F***ed her hard, blood,

you understand me?

Bareback, no rubber smutting.

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

- What you gonna do, man?

- Leave us alone, blood, man.

Who the f*** you talking to?

Hold this fool.

Low it, man, low it,

low it, low it, man.

What you got for me, blood?

- Got nothing, blood, man.

- What you got for me?

- Who you talking to?

- Got nothing man.

- Don't answer me back, bruv.

- Got nothing, man.

F*** you talking to, blood?

- Yeah, Tribal two.

- Hi, that's my sister's, blood, man.

Hey, leave him, blood.

Who told you to pick him up?

What you doing?

No-one f***ing likes you,

virgin fool.

Didn't she tell you before?

Don't answer her back.

So what are you?

Slag then?

Go on, b*tch,

tell everybody you're a virgin.

What?

Pick up my ring

and tell everyone you're a virgin.

Pick it up, man!

Well?

I'm a virgin.

You know what, blood. Hug him up like

the f***ing batty hole you are.

Hug him up, blood!

Hey, what you doing, man?

What, you can't f*** with mans

your own age? You gotta trouble us?

Who the f*** you talking to?

Hey, where you going, blood?

Where you going?

Where you going?

Where?

F***ing idiot.

- Smack her up.

- Beat her up, Shaneek. Beat her!

Look at her just f***ing

sitting there. Fool.

Go on, f*** off

and clean your duty self up, man.

And none of you lot better say nothing

or else you'll get the same...

as that b*tch did

with her virgin self.

She ain't no virgin.

How the f*** would you know?

Because me and her f***ed

the day I turned you down.

- Is there gonna be girls there, though?

- Yeah, Jay, everyone's coming.

Hey, don't be on no hype,

you know.

Trife.

- You reaching that?

- I don't know, man.

- Hey, what are you...

- Billy.

- Go on.

- What, you out of here, yeah?

- Safe.

- Bless, man.

Laters, Jay, man.

All right, Moon.

Hey, hey, wait up, wait up.

Don't say anything.

Hang on a minute.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Look, why aren't you speaking to me?

- I am, man.

You ain't chatted to me in, like,

three weeks.

I've been doing

better things, isn't?

- I need to speak to you about something.

- Come on, Alisa.

Call me later, yeah?

Listen, hear what, right.

If you say anything to your f***ing dad,

I'll kill you, you understand?

I can make things so easy for you,

you know that?

- Hi, poppet.

- Hey.

Who's that boy you were with?

I thought maybe

it was the one from before.

No, I fell.

He was helping me up.

Oh, right. Only I saw him giving you

a peck on the cheek.

- I thought maybe it was him.

- No.

How was biology?

Katie?

Katie, what the hell's happened

to your face? Look at me.

I fell.

You all right?

Hello?

Yeah, I'm Dan Fineal.

Yeah, Arthur. No, you were supposed

to be there two hours ago, mate.

Trevor.

Get in.

School finish at four.

Why you take so long?

I had to chat to one girl,

isn't it?

This here is Andreas.

Nice to meet you, bruv.

- This is my nephew Trevor.

- Trife.

You have the thing?

You see...

if you don't drill

the replica good...

the bullet won't leave and pop!

Is it okay?

The last boy used to do this

for me, was sh*t.

Guns always used to blow up.

But this looks good.

But I will have to test it.

Saying?

So, listen, come see me

when you finish school tomorrow...

and we can discuss business,

all right?

- Cool.

- Yeah.

Now get out.

Me just a joke with you.

Me see you tomorrow, yeah?

- Don't be late, you know.

- I won't, I won't.

- Later.

- All right, Trevor.

My little gun driller.

Hi, Katie.

- Hi, love.

- Hi.

- Is she okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's fine.

Oh, that.

She fell over at school.

Christ, Arthur's really f***ed up

my day.

Under the seat.

Oh, sh*t.

Curtis, I've forgotten the change, man.

I've left it back at my place.

I'm really sorry. I'll bring it round

to yours later, yeah?

F*** it, I f***, I f***ed up. Look,

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