They had pulled up in the new car at the drop off zone. James felt good, arriving in style. Most of the other kids’ parents drove relics. James strutted through the school entrance. He may be nothing, but his dad drove a BMW, which was more than they had. At the time, he was aware of all the attention but he didn’t care. He rather liked it on these terms.
‘Was that your dad I saw getting his arse kicked?’ Pete met him at the gates.
‘What do you mean?’
‘In his new Beemer — arse kicked…Beemer, what’s hard to understand.’
‘Arse licking bummer, more likely,’ Jake suggested.
‘Is that right? Is your dad an arse-licking-bummer, James. Is that how he got the car… by licking the bosses arse? Are you queer like him, James?’