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in quantity as it
ran down the horrid bloke’s throat. He stared at us the entire time
in a threatening way. He took the now empty bottle away from his
mouth. He tossed the bottle aside without realising that it hit one
of his gang members in the stomach, making him grip his stomach in
pain and eventually fall over backwards.
    From his mouth came a rumbling
burp that was so loud it echoed across the entire street. After
that he stared at the two of us. He then gave us the most horrific
grin I’ve ever seen in my life. It sent shivers and goosebumps to
go running across my skin.
    “ Hello,
Hello!” said Simon creepily, “What have we got here?”

CHAPTER FIVE

     
    “ What do you
want Simon?” I asked bluntly,
    “ Alright now
Connor!” replied Simon, in a way that was bordering on patronising,
“No need to get yourself all aggravated, we just wanted a little
chat”
    Lizzie shuffled her way around
me. I rested my hand on her arm behind me for reassurance. She’d
known for quite a long time now about how these boys stared at her.
It’s true that many boys at school had admitted to having a crush
on Lizzie and finding her deeply attractive. These boys were quite
simply perverts, who would stare at her at any opportunity they had
and make her feel uncomfortable. The thought of these nasty lads
mentally undressing my best friend made me livid. Of course I tried
not to show it to Simon. Once anger was confirmed in the situation,
Simon would leap at the chance to start a fight.
    Blimey did that lad love a good
scuffle. He was famous for them. When the little new years would
come into the playground for the first time, all big eyed and
innocent, it was our duty to warn them about Simon as soon as
possible. Anything could be translated in Simon’s mind as the
signal to start brawling. If a first year so much as passed through
Simon’s shadow that was enough for him. He’d grab that littlen and
he’d begin to smack, pound, punch, slap, kick and scrap the child
all over.
    Even the Teachers were scared
of Simon’s violent manner. It was never because he was angry about
something, it was just because he enjoying inflicting pain onto
others. Adults especially, as he could go home and feel like he
just accomplished something by getting the better of a grown up. It
would usually be in class. The Teacher would tell Simon to sit up
straight or to stop chewing gum or whatever he was up to. The bully
would then launch out of his chair like a rocket and smash the
Teacher to smithereens. He was never expelled though. Mr Bertgill
wasn’t man enough to tell him, in fear he would be thrown out of
his office window.
    Simon was a nasty piece of
work. He was like a villain from a Dickens’ novel that’s been
plonked into the modern day. Lizzie was right to be scared. Her
body was huddled against my back. I could feel her entire body
shaking with fear. Her breathing pattern had become a lot more
frequent, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. I stood my
ground and stared Simon in the eyes. Not a good idea, I know, but
on that night I wasn’t going to take anything. I didn’t have a
future, any goals, any plans or any ambitions. I no longer cared
what happened to me. As long as Lizzie was safe then I’d be
satisfied.
    Nothing happened for a while.
Simon was nothing more then a silhouette made by the Moped’s light
that shone behind him. The wind whistled loudly as it pulled some
litter along the street. I and Simon were waiting for one of us to
make the first move. It was like a Wild West stand off in one of
those old Hollywood movies. I found it hard to breath. No matter
what I tried I couldn’t take my eyes away from Simon’s.
    Eventually Simon stepped
forward. He took one of his hands and shoved me backwards. Lizzie
nearly fell from the sudden movement. I grabbed her with the hand I
was holding her with just in time. My face showed no signs of
weakness as I pulled myself back up again. Lizzie was more
frightened then ever