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We hid the laughter

"You have my word," assured Tudor aardly

Tink pursed his lips, accepting his pro, Tudor jumped, his face horrified "He just nipped my ass!"

Tink held up his hand, "Guilty! And it certainly is a fine one Thank the God’s for squats! Imy bestie in a live sex show, but feel free to walk round with that spank-bank-worthy tush-tush out on display just don’t bend over, ’cos then you’re fair ga Sherlock Hol of the year that by November I would have a new boyfriend, live in another country and, oh yeah, that the new boyfriend would be a-hunk-a-hunk-o’-burning-superstar, well, I’d have told theer off and back away fro!

But here ere, in that exact situation Tudor and I were officially a couple, and we had spent the last feeeks in a blissful and lust-filled state Tink too was flying around on a very legal high and beco more than a little in love with Tater-Tot We had even developed our own little clique, the ’Four-Ts’

But like all good things – L’Oreal’s Shocking Volus after Easter and the perfect display that was Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt’s e, to name but a few – it had to co up Shit’s Creek at a rapid speed without a paddle

It was the last week of term in December, only four days of school left before the Christ boyfriend began to change

Tink, Tate, Tudor and I were out at Ristorante Girasoli (once again hidden in the back roo dinner when my man received yet another mysterious call Up until that point I had not really questioned who they were from, as Tudor had assured me that I could trust hi business and then I quickly changed ive me any information on the matter whenever I asked him, and tone sounded, and he lost the ’nice-Tudor’ personality I adored and adopted the ’bastard-Tudor’ I was once victi under the table to give his-on of late, and this was the first public call Tudor had gotten, the first opportunity for someone other thanattention, and we listened as we ate our carprese

"Hello… yeah, shit, okay no I’ll be therewhen no, I’ll be alone no, no-one, nothing special… yeah, I’ll call you soon"

Tudor never oncethe conversation, and when he was finished he sla the wood in two

I stared at Tink, who had his eyes narrowed in suspicion Tate’s head was cast down and he was fiddling with his hands

I cleared my throat "Tude, are you okay?" I sed back the fear I felt brewing in ressive tone His manner was overtly hostile – whatever the proble worse

"She asked if you were alright!" Tink bit back, defensive hackles rising

Tudor rubbed his hand over his face and looked " He was cold and distant

"Who was that?" I dared ask I was over not knowing

He whipped his head up to look athis napkin on his barely-touched food and reached for his hooded leather coat, o I’ll call later, okay?" He leaned forward and brushed ato leave? Leave us sitting here like nuroaned in exasperation, eying Tink warily "Tash, I need to go Can you just get a ride back with Tink, please? This is not the tiain"

Well, that told me!

I thren o then!" I turned to Tink "Corabbedarms with my fabulous fairy, and storer in Tudor’s face, blew a kiss at Tate, but kept up with my pace