Story by: Luke
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Story continued from chapter 14...
Sparks was well and truly pissed off.
He’d spent all afternoon hanging around
the apartment waiting for Trevor and Kevin to come back. But it was now almost
dark and there was no sign of either of them.
‘Tossers,’ he shouted loud
enough for the entire block to hear him. Someone upstairs banged heavily on the
floor. ‘Fuck off!’ was his reply.
Without at least one of his two mates there
was nothing for Sparks to do. He didn’t want to go out in case they returned and
he missed them. They might dash in, change their clothes and dash out again to
some beach party, or sleazy night-club or some other mega event that he had no
hope of being invited to without one of them with him. He didn’t want to risk
being at a crummy Irish pub listening to Lonny bleedin’ Donagan while his mates
were living it large at the island’s most top disco. He didn’t want to run the
risk of missing them.
So he had just sat around, mainly on the balcony,
drinking what beer there was left in the fridge and getting hungry. He’s
whistled at a few lasses down on the street and invited them up for a party but
somehow, without stunning Trev or eye-catching Kevin beside him it didn’t seem
to work. Even the Chelsea beach towel he had hung religiously from the balcony
had not attracted anyone’s attention. Apart from a couple of Arsenal wankers who
had passed by shouting insults. Sparks had even put on his huge jester hat to
make it look as if the apartment was the place to be that afternoon. He’d tuned
up the music, (more banging from upstairs, so he’d turned it louder to block out
the noise) and even chanted football crowd anthems. But none of it had
worked.
It was like the whole place out there wasn’t playing. He was ready to
throw all of his considerable weight behind a lads’ piss up of all time but no
one else was interested.
At around six, as the sky was turning from blue to
white and the sun was starting to go down, he’d given up. He turned off the
music, stuffed his face with the last of the crisps that he had been saving all
day and made a resolution.
‘If they aint here by seven I’m fucking off
without ‘em,’ he’d vowed.
It was now five past and he was hanging his blubber
on the balcony railing, leaning out to see if he could see them coming. He
couldn’t and so, giving them a last warning, ‘if you aint here by the time I’m
ready you can just fuck off,’ he stomped to the bathroom to wash and
change.
He sniffed his armpits as he shed yesterday’s clothes and decided
that a shower wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. The water came out as a
dribble, some other twat was having a shower somewhere in the building and the
pressure was down.
‘Wankers!’ he bellowed, turning up the hot tap to no
avail. ‘Fucking wankers!’
Someone else in the building turned off their
shower and Sparks was immediately assaulted by a gush of scalding water.
He
was too shocked to curse and was trying to dodge the jet of burning water when
he thought he heard the front door slam.
‘Trev?’ he called out, jabbing at
the tap and trying not to get burned. ‘That you?’
It sounded like Trevor’s
voice, loud and pissed off, shouting at someone out in the hall. Finally Sparks
managed to get the shower turned off and stepped out of the bath heavily.
Someone downstairs banged on the ceiling. He ignored it and, forcing a towel
around his middle, opened the bathroom door a fraction.
‘What the fuck!’ He
heard Trevor’s voice. ‘What the…’
‘Shut it will you?’ That was Kevin, equally
as loud and pissed off.
‘Fucking nonce.’
‘Oh leave it out! How was I to
know?’
‘What d’you mean how was you to know? You had your fucking arms around
the cunt. You sodding shitter.’
Sparks was intrigued. He realised that for
the second time in less than twenty-four hours he was listening to a private
conversation between his two mates while he was in a bathroom. But this wasn’t
the whispered, drunken and playful conversation of last night in the club, this
was a full on slanging match. He just wished he could see what was going on out
there. He heard the voices move into another room, must be the bedroom, the
apartment only had two other rooms.
‘Give us a chance to explain…’ Kevin was
still shouting but sounded exasperated.
‘Explain why you were shagging that
poof?’ But Trevor sounded out of his box, furious, dangerous. Sparks could tell
someone was heading for a slapping.
‘I wasn’t shagging…’
‘You were both
stark bollock naked, grappling with each other in a fucking queers’ hotel,
slag!’
‘I weren’t…’
‘Out on a fucking balcony with a shite load of nafters
watching you. You sick fuck.’
Spark’s mind was running in overdrive now. All
thoughts of a lads’ night out were forgotten. Something was going to happen
tonight but there was no way it was going to be a beach party or a rave. Not
with these two.
‘There’s no point me trying to tell you is there?’ Kevin
shouted back.
‘I saw yer with me own fucking eyes, slag! You don’t need to
tell us anything, I fucking saw yer.’
Kevin did not reply. Sparks heard a
door slam shut, a wardrobe door.
‘What you fucking doing?’ Trevor’s voice was
still aggressive but he sounded confused now.
Again Kevin did not
reply.
‘I get it, running to your bum boy are yer? Running back to that
poncing ginger poffta at queer slag hotel are yer?’
Ginger? Somewhere in his
brain, fighting for competition with thoughts of beer, food and what was going
on, Sparks heard a bell start to ring.
‘You were at the same place.’ Kevin
had obviously stayed quiet for long enough.
Trevor at a queer hotel? Sparks
was really unnerved now.
‘And what was I doing? Eh?’
Sparks could picture
Trevor jabbing at Kevin with his finger, trying to get him to punch back. That
was Trevor’s usual way of starting a punch up.
‘What the fuck do I
care.’
‘I was shagging that fit bird from the plane wasn’t I? I was, get it,
shagging a bird! Not like you, not like our secret little shit shoveler here,
not like you, snogging her fucking brother in the next room. You queer, fucking
little pervert.’
Spark’s alarm bell hit full volume and he guessed that
Trevor was talking about the couple he’d been hassled by on the plane. Then the
bell stopped ringing and the sound was replaced by a very hard smack in his
chest.
Trevor had found and shagged Sparks’ bird! Sparks clocked her first,
he should have had her. It was his right.
‘You cunt!’ he yelled as he threw
open the bathroom door.
The corridor was empty.
‘Just leave it, Trev,’
Kevin was saying.
Sparks marched into the bedroom and said it again. ‘You
cunt!’
‘Fuck off fat boy.’ Trevor didn’t even look at him.
Kevin was
stuffing his clothes into his sports bag, Trevor was behind him, prodding him
with a finger.
‘You don’t want to be caught up with this fucking poof.’
Trevor poked again. Kevin ignored it and threw a pair of shoes into the bag.
‘He’s a bleedin’ arse bandit. Fancy Sparky do you poof?’
‘You shagged my
bird?’ Sparks, still outraged, raised his voice.
‘Naff off you waste of
space.’
‘I am naffing off,’ Kevin spat as he zipped up his bag and turned
around.
‘I was talking to the lard bucket.’
Sparks, realising that his
protest would have to be heard later, changed tack.
‘What’s going on?’ He
asked.
‘Forget it.’ Kevin didn’t look at him either, he just squared up to
Trevor, looking him straight in they eye. ‘Both of you just forget it. He,’ he
poked Trevor in the chest, ‘don’t want to hear the truth and you wouldn’t
understand it if you did.’
Trevor looked like he was about to thump Kevin in
the face. His own face was red and screwed up. He was clenching and unclenching
his fists.
‘Go on then,’ he challenged. ‘Tell Sparks what you was doing. Tell
him you fucker, go on.’
Kevin picked up his bag and pushed past Trevor. But
Sparks blocked the exit.
‘Don’t let him out Sparks, not till he admits
it.’
‘Admits what?’ Sparks was a bit scared of Kevin; he’d seen him turn on
someone before. Although Sparks’ sheer bulk was enough to stop anyone from
getting past him in a confined space he could see that Kevin did not want to be
delayed. On the other hand Trevor was even more of a viscous bastard and so
Sparks backed into the open doorway, holding the frame with both hands and
effectively becoming a the door.
Kevin stopped in front of him and cocked his
head as a warning gesture.
‘Admits what?’ Sparks repeated.
‘Tell him,
queer boy.’
Sparks felt a bit more relaxed then because Kevin stopped in his
tracks and slumped his shoulders. Sparks could see his mate take a deep breath
and turn to face Trevor, who was still panting heavily and doing that
threatening thing with his fists.
‘Right,’ Kevin said and his voice was
strangely calm. ‘You want to know the truth? You want to know what happened
while you were bonking Liz next door?’
‘Her name’s Liz?’ Sparks beamed at
this piece of information. ‘Sexy name eh Trev?’
‘Shut your fat gob,
cunt.’
‘Sorry.’
‘I’ll tell you and then that’s it,’ Kevin said. ‘Whether
you believe me or not I don’t give a shit ‘cos you just proved yourself to be
one big fucking tosser Trev, and I want no more to do with you.’
‘Come on
Kev…’ Sparks began. He didn’t like the idea of the trio falling out.
‘Shut it
Sparky.’ Kevin’s tone was enough. Sparks shut it. ‘Right, here’s what happened.
I was down at the beach and some queers started on me…’
‘As if.’ Trevor was
still scowling.
‘And this bloke came and helped me out. We got talking and he
said they were having a party at where he was staying. Didn’t tell me it was
queer place, so I went along. We walked there. It was hot. By the time I got
there I was stinking like Sparky’s bollocks, really minging…’
‘Oi!’
‘Shut
it twat.’
‘So I had a shower right? I got out and put a towel on ‘cos the
other guy had put my clothes outside to dry. I walked into the bedroom, the
shower was upstairs, off the bedroom right? I weren’t in there by choice. And
next thing I know he’s come up behind me. I turn around, he’s bollock naked.
Takes me by surprise. Then he starts saying all this queer shit and coming on to
me, really quick. And he walks towards me, pulls off me towel, grabs my dick,
pushes me back towards the doors, out onto the balcony, tries to snog me. I had
the railing behind me, I couldn’t go no further. He’s looks harmless but he was
bleedin’ strong and, what with me being caught off guard, I was stunned right?
Didn’t know what was going on for a moment. Next thing I know he’s got one arm
around me and a hand on me nob. Then there’s you and that skinny bird shouting
at me. That’s it Trev. Like it or fucking lump it. I’m leaving. Fat boy, shift
it.’
‘Don’t,’ Trevor ordered.
Sparks, caught between his two mates and not
knowing which one to obey, just raised his hands in a shrug. As he did so his
towel fell off. He bent to grab it and Kevin barged past him. A few seconds
later he heard the front door slam.
Sparks looked at Trevor. His face was
still taught, but his fists weren’t flexing anymore. His hands hung by his
side.
‘Fuck me,’ said Sparks, stretching the corner of the towel to meet the
other at his side. ‘What was that all about?’
Trevor just glared at
him.
‘What’s going on Trev?’
Trevor was trying to control his breathing.
With Kevin out of the way he seemed to be calming down.
‘Did that happen?’
Sparks didn’t know what else to say. ‘With that queer bloke and all? Eh?’
‘I
don’t believe a fucking word of it.’ Trevor said it so quietly that Sparks had
trouble hearing him.
‘Eh?’
‘Fucking hell Kev…’
‘What you gunna
do.’
Trevor seemed to suddenly realise that Sparks was in the same room. He
looked over at him.
‘What?’ he said, aggressive again.
‘What you gunna do?
What’s Kev gunna do?’
Trevor thought for a moment. ‘I can guess what that
little shit is gunna do,’ he hissed. ‘And I know where he’s going to go and do
it. I know where that ginger twat and your mate Kev the poof are gunna
be.’
‘Don't do anything daft Trev. We don't want no trouble.’
‘Nah, it
won’t be trouble fat boy. It’ll be worse than trouble.’
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