I frown at Scott. So does Drew. “Andrew?” I repeat.
“I haven’t got it wrong, have I?” Asks Scott. “You went to Perronet Thompson school until about 1995?”
“This isn’t Andrew,” I tell him. I look up and notice that Drew’s neck has turned an odd shade of red, and there’s a vein pulsing in the side of his neck.
“And you are?” He glares at Scott.
“Scott McMcanus. Your always stole my clothes at P.E, so I had to walk in front of the class in my boxers. Not that I’ll hold it against you,” he laughs. “It was a long time ago. What are you doing these days?”
I sit, absolutely flabbergasted, unable to shut my mouth.
“Now, wait just a minute,” I interrupt them. “Drew, you’re the Andrew who bullied Scott when he was at school?”
“I haven’t called myself Andrew in a long time,” he bites out.
