“Regina is a hottie, man.” Pyran sang, as he and Tristram wandered home along the gravel road from the bus stop. Saffi and Jase were in tow. “You should seriously ask her out. You’ve got some history with her, don’t you?”
“Tristram used to have a crush on her.” Saffi smirked.
“Shut up, Saffi.”
“You shut up!”
You “We know each other from primary school.” Tristram answered Pyran, hotly ignoring Saffi. “Her and her friends used to pick on me during and after school.”
Pyran chuckled and clapped his hands. “That’s funny, man. I was talking to her and she said the same thing about you – that you and your friends used to pick on her.”
“Did she?”
“Yeah. She said you used to call her ‘were-wolf’ because you reckoned she had hairy feet. She was really cut about that back then, she reckons.”
