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“So, looking forwards to your new school, then?”

Robbie’s brown eyes slitted sideways. “I swear, if you say anything even as remotely cheerful as that again, I will happily kill you, cut your corpse into tiny little pieces, and dump you in the nearest ocean.”
The large guy occupying the driver’s seat of the car broke out into small chuckles that shook the entirety of his muscular frame. “I’m pretty sure they’d pull you over.”
“Really.”
“Underage, kid. Remember?”
Robbie swore in a way that didn’t exactly acknowledge his status as a minor, and which only made his companion chuckle again. “And you would deface this beautiful car that way?”
Well, Robbie had to give him that one. ‘This beautiful car’ was one of the newer Porsche’s, and it had literally purred when the driver had opened it out on one of the larger roads on the way here.
“And on that topic,” his companion continued merrily, “are you going to hand in those fake ID’s I saw in your case earlier? That’s hardly recommended behaviour for your first day at your new school.”
Robbie rolled his eyes. “Ass. Concentrate on your driving.”
“Ooh, that’s weak.”

Robbie gave up the battle with a roll of his eyes, turning pointedly to stare out of the window and at the mansion as they cruised through the gates. They parked a second later, and Robbie had a moment to stare out at the cheerful children and the evidence of far too much peroxide before stepping out of the car became a necessity.
“So, Frankie and I have taken bets on how long you’re gonna last,” came the next conversational gambit.
“Really,” he repeated icily.
“Yeah. Personally, I’ve gone for two months. He’s been optimistic: put you down for an entire year.”
“Two months. You think I’ll last two months before doing a runner.”
“No. I think you’ll last two months before they kick you out.”
“You know I do actually own a duffle bag, just your size?”
“And I’m the one with the money, so I think we’re square.”
“See you Saturday. You’re buying.”
“Yeah. Later, kid.”
As Robbie wrenched his embarrassingly small bag out of the boot, the car screeched off with a goodly amount of unnecessary tire spin. Robbie lifted his hand in a wave, and tried not to feel as if he was strolling onto Death Row.

Then Nadia approached, and Robbie greeted her awkwardly. However, the necessity for conversation was immediately, and thankfully, erased before Robbie could feel even worse than before: the woman could seriously talk.
Ground, swallow me now.