Kidulthood Page #5

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- Whatever. She's dead.

- Because of you.

- What?

She killed herself because you

and your friends bullied her...

till she couldn't take it

no more.

- You killed her.

- Shut up, you sket.

- You killed her.

- F***ing shut up.

You killed her.

Listen, right, if you don't f***ing

shut up, you're gonna join her.

Look she don't mean it, yeah. Please,

don't beat us up. She's pregnant.

You're that girl

that Sam f***ed.

Wait till I tell everyone

about this ho.

You know what?

Yeah, tell them.

Tell them Alisa's pregnant

and she's keeping the f***ing baby.

- What?

- I ain't scared of you.

If you're gonna do something

to me, then do it.

Go on.

I got bigger things to worry about

than what you can do to me.

What's the matter?

- You should bang her up, star.

- I should, shouldn't I?

What the f*** were you thinking,

Alisa? They could have beat us up.

- So?

- You're so selfish.

What if my face got scarred

or something?

And what the f*** are you talking about

"keeping the baby"?

You're not gonna have

an abortion now?

- Just leave it, Becky.

- So, what, are you like pro-life now?

No, but a girl we both

knew just died...

and I didn't do anything

to stop it.

- But I can do something about this.

- So, okay...

what about school?

What if you'd have got raped?

Would you have an abortion then?

- I don't know. Yeah, probably.

- You have to get rid of it.

- Who's gonna help you?

- I don't need any help.

- You all right?

- Yeah, it's morning sickness.

- It's not morning though.

- Look, I need to speak to Trife.

Let's go and buy our garms.

And then we'll find him, okay? Come on.

Curtis lives up there.

- What, is that it?

- I think so.

You think so?

You think...

you think so?

Do you think I've got time

for what people think now, Del?

- Is this the place, bro?

- Yes, it's the place.

But you gotta do this

on your own, bruv.

I'll wait for you back at mine.

- You're gonna go now, is it?

- I can't be seen here, man.

What would you do, man?

What would you do, man?

- That was a forty five pound hat, bloods.

- So?

You could've give it to me

for tonight, like.

Blood, it wouldn't have fit

your big African head anyway, man.

Oh my days!

You man, you man, you man,

check that gash over there, blood.

- Sh*t, check the back of, rude boy.

- She's bathing as well, you know.

See, that's what I want, blood.

I want a rich b*tch like that.

Yeah, so, so what, who's on it?

Me, yeah?

No, blood, that's me, man.

I saw her first, isn't it?

My size.

My size.

Hey, darling, I'm...

Hey, girl,

I'm talking to you, man.

I'm chatting to you!

I don't think she's on it.

Blood, can't chat to a girl

like that, man.

You think you're nang, blood? Why

don't you show him how to do it, then?

F*** it.

Let's duck, man.

He don't wanna check for that

because he's still on Alisa, isn't it?

Man, I'll show you now

I can chat to that girl, man.

Go on then.

- Why is he always on our hype, man?

- He thinks he's big, man.

- Hey, can I help you?

- Do you work here?

No, sorry,

just making conversation.

I wouldn't buy

these trainers, though.

- Seriously, I wouldn't.

- Why not?

Well, the front always comes off.

Plus, those are the old ones.

New ones are upstairs.

Trevor.

Stella.

- Want a zoot, blood?

- Yeah. Come, we get out of here, man.

You know I could have got

the number though, isn't it?

- So could I, blood.

- I don't think so, blood.

You look smart...

What do you do?

Smart. That's a new one.

What... like smartly dressed?

- No, clever, intelligent.

- Thank you.

I'm an architect.

Rings? You married?

Yeah, my...

husband's been away

a while.

If I was your husband,

I'd never leave you.

And I don't need Viagra,

you know.

Thank you...

that's useful to know.

Don't you get lonely

by yourself?

Yeah.

Yeah. I do.

Actually, sometimes I could use

a bit of company.

- I'd keep you company.

- I bet you would.

- How old are you?

- How old are you?

Twenty-six. You?

- I'm twenty-three.

- You're not twenty-three.

All right, I'm twenty-two,

but I'm mature, man.

- Twenty-two? Really?

- All right, I'm twenty, I swear.

It's not like I'm trying it on

or anything.

Good.

Because I wouldn't want

to disappoint you.

My girl puts onion in my burger.

But, blood, man, you shouldn't have

thrown it, though, isn't it?

She didn't do what I asked.

You should have gave

the burger to me, blood, man.

- Man, I don't like onions.

- Hey, what happened, man?

She's a cock tease, man. She's on it,

and then she ducked, isn't it?

That's a bit weird. White girls

usually f*** you for a browns.

- I knew you wouldn't get that, rude boy.

- Standard.

Shut up, man. I'm still gonna bang

that when I go see her.

How are you gonna bang her, blood

and go see her when she kicked out.

Are you stupid or something?

No.

I got this,

and I'm gonna bring it to her.

Hey, blood, hold him,

hold him, hold him.

Jay, I beg you, pass it back, man.

Hey, Moons, Moons, Moons. Hey, Jay.

Blood, she got plenty dollars in here,

you know. And she's a...

Boy! What the f*** are you doing, man?

Where are you going?

- Leave it. Leave it out, he's a youth.

- Or what, coz?

Or else I'll bust you in your head

you f***ing white pussyhole!

What? Blood, you think because

I'm white, I won't knock you out?

Is that right, blood?

Yo, let me take my hat off.

How about white boy,

skinhead nutter, mate?

Does that work better for you,

d*ckhead?

Oi.

- Sh*t.

- That's really good though, cousin.

What, man,

you think that scares me?

Man, you don't even know me.

Low it low it, come on, come on.

Just get out of here, man.

You men got murked, like.

- What the f*** is wrong with you, man?

- What are you talking about?

You! Starting fights

in the middle of the street, man.

I was backing you up, blood.

That's not what

I'm talking about, blood.

If we plan something together,

that's cool.

But that was under control

until you started, man.

You can't just start arms house

in the middle of the street.

- What's wrong with you, blood?

- Just cool it, Jay, man.

All right, man.

So where's the purse?

Wait, blood. I told you, yeah,

I want the f***ing cards, isn't it.

No, man, who f***ing took it?

Give me the purse!

Blood, man, you want,

you want the cards, yeah?

- Yes, I want the f***ing cards.

- You want the cards.

- Hey, Moons. Moons.

- Hey, blood, don't f*** about.

So what, you can share

your girl with Sam...

and you can't even share

the purse with us, blood.

You f***ing prick.

- Get the f*** off me!

- F*** is wrong with you, blood?

We're gonna split that or not?

All right, that's what it's got to?

You know what, take your f***ing

purse, you like it so much.

You're a d*ckhead, man.

Hey, blood,

don't take it out on us...

because your girl

got pressed by next man.

If you was somebody else, I would have

stabbed your claret, rude boy!

Stab me then, blood!

My uncle'll kill you!

You and your f***ing uncle, man!

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