"We need to find out who knows we killed our probation worker," I hissed. I hadn't got any sleep the night before and by the looks of everyone else, neither did they. Although, I had a feeling Alisha hadn't gotten any due to a different reason...

"It could be Sally," Simon suggested.

"Who's Sally?" Curtis asked. I grunted and shook my head disapprovingly.

"Our probation worker, idiot."

"Ooh, Sally," Nathan said, raising a suggestive eyebrow at him. "Why do you know 'er name?"

"She told us," Simon responded, looking confusedly at Nathan for a second.

"You're a twat because Sally didn't show up till the day after we killed the other worker," Nathan said, ignoring the look I sent him. I watched Alisha as she liberally applied her makeup. "I suppose you know his name too," he accused, smirking.

"Tony," Simon informed him. I rolled my eyes. Was this really necessary? I mean, we had other stuff to deal with. You know, like the fact that someone knew we killed someone?! Or multiple someone's, as it turned out.

"Do you love him?"

"Guys!" I hissed. "Focus."

"Look, he's right. She wasn't here," Kelly said, backing Nathan up.

"If I'm invisible, I can check to see if anyone puts anything in our lockers," Simon suggested. I nodded.

"That sounds like a good idea. Do you want me to keep you company?" I asked kindly. He shook his head quickly.

"No, thank you."

I shrugged. His loss, I suppose.

"Why, do you wanna shag him?" Nathan asked, rounding me. I shook my head and sent him a glare.

"Prick."

"Hey, now. That was offensive," he cried, putting his hand over his chest like I struck him physically. Chuckling, I shut my locker.

"You alright with that, yeah?" Curtis asked, smirking at Alisha. She grinned.

"Sounds good to me."

Jesus, can they just shag already? I mean, honestly, the sexual tension is killing everyone. Its so thick you could cut through it with a damn butterknife.

"Go on then, turn invisible," Curtis says, eyes lingering on Alisha's form for another second before looking at Simon. We all followed his lead, waiting for Simon to use his power.

He glanced nervously at us before swallowing thickly.

"I can't do it if you're all watching me," He says, licking his lips. Curtis scoffs.

"So, I guess its like pissing in a urinal when you've got a tiny cock," Nathan jokes.

"What, are you speaking from experience?" I asked, unable to keep the smirk off my face.

"Ouch," he gapes. "But, no, as it turns out, the ladies seem to love my huge dick. In fact, I have them coming back for more all the time," he adds, winking at me suggestively. I laugh.

"Yeah, righto."

Nathan grins at me before he leaves the room.

"Wow, that was, uh, really impressive," Alisha giggles. I see a flicker of sadness in Simon's eyes before its gone again. He only wants to be accepted.

We all file out of the room, leaving Simon to do his thing. I made a mental note to hang out with him a little more. I doubted anyone else was going to.

~~~~

"Hey, my name's Ben and today we're going to help some kids in need," the sandy-haired man grinned.

For the next couple of days the group and I would be sorting through some donated clothes to send to the kids in Africa. I was excited. I mean, the conditions these kids had to live in are atrocious and honestly, I would do anything I could to help them.

"Alright, so if you want to pick up a bag and follow me, that'd be great," Ben said, picking up his own trash bag. I was the first to move, picking up two of the closest bags to me. The rest followed almost hesitantly.

We followed Ben through the building to the main area where the hugest pile of clothes I had ever seen lay strewn about all over the floor.

"Okay, so," Ben spoke up as we walked into the room. "All these clothes have been donated by members of the public and we need to sort them out before we ship them off to Africa."

"Just another day in paradise," Alisha groaned.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure the people receiving them will be grateful for all your hard work," he smiled at her, seemingly unphased by her irritation.

"Well, they should be. They're getting a new wardrobe."

I shook my head. Damnit, those kids really need this stuff. If she was in their position, I'd imagine her opinion would be very, very different.

"Right! These are the categories they needed to be sorted into," Ben said, ignoring her comment. He pointed to a sheet of paper stuck to a structural beam. "It's children's clothes, shoes, coats, that sort of thing."

He smiled. "If you've got any questions, just ask," he added. Nathan immediately raised his hand, his eyebrows shooting into his hair.

"If a bear and a shark had a fight, who would win?" He gestured to Ben with a questioning expression, blinking several times. Ben's smile never dropped.

"If you have any relevant questions, just ask," he rectified, stepping over a pile of clothes. "Oh, and if its on dry land, I'm betting on the bear."

The group chuckled and Nathan just stared at him.

"Twat," he hissed at Ben's retreating figure. I laughed and shoved his shoulder.

"Hey, look," Alisha exclaimed, wading through the clothes to pick up someones jacket.

I looked at Nathan for a second, a devilish grin making its way across my face. I raised my hands and while he wasn't looking, I shoved him over. He landed in the clothes with a grunt. I began to laugh, as did Kelly, who watched the ordeal take place.

"You arse," he said, sitting up. I continued to laugh. He whipped his hand up and grabbed mine. My laughing immediately stopped.

"No, please," I pleaded as he started to pull. I shook my head quickly, trying to get him to stop.

"This is only fair, Mara," he grinned, yanking me down. I landed on a heap next to him. The impact knocked the air from my lungs and I groaned, waiting for the air to re-enter my lungs.

"You fucking twat," I giggled, turning around and laying on my back.

"You really need to stop calling me so many names," he frowned.

"Why?"

"What if..." he trailed off, thinking of something to say. "What if it hurts my feelings?"

I merely raised an eyebrow, challenging him to keep a straight face. He lost, mouth breaking out into a wide grin. God, that's cute. Wait, hold on. What the fuck?

I closed my eyes and moved my arms and legs around, making a snow angel in the clothes. After a moment, I stood up and admired my handiwork.

"What d'ya think?" I asked, pressing my thumb to my mouth in thought.

"I think you have a gross looking sock on your shoulder," he grinned. I shrieked and shoved the smelly sock off me. Grimacing, I started to dig through the clothes.

We spent the next three quarters of an hour fucking around with the clothes. We tried them on and laughed when we found something particularly awful.

"Hey, look, I reckon this would suit you, Nathan," I giggled, holding up a green thong. Nathan turned and winked.

"Don't you know it, love."

I flicked them at him and laughed harder as he tried to duck out of the way only for them to hit him square in the face. He frowned, peeling them off himself.

We played around some more, actually enjoying ourselves. Then, when Sally showed up and told us off for goofing around, we finally decided to get stuck into it. We each took a pile and began to sort through them. Not even five minutes later, Nathan was joking around again. He picked up a ski boot.

"Ski-wear, classic," he chuckled, holding the shoe up. "Try walkin' ten miles to the well in these," he shook his head, putting the shoe down again. I chuckled, going back to sorting the shirts from the pile in front of me.

"Hey, hey, hey, who am I?" Nathan asked, picking up a pair of goggles and putting them on. Then he pressed his hand to his ear and started to sing atrociously.

"A banshee?" I suggested once he shut up for a moment.

"Ha-ha, very funny," he sneered at me sarcastically.

He raised his other hand to the sky, face screwing up from the singing. I flinched as he hit a particularly high note. Then he stopped, mouth open in shock.

"Aw, come on," he exclaims. "Okay. Alright, alright. I'll give you a clue," he grinned, widening his arm span. "I'm an annoying cunt."

Alisha scoffed. "Yeah, we know that."

I laughed at his expression. He frowned at her.

"I'm Bono!" He yelled, surprised that we didn't know who this was. The doors opened and we all looked over. Sally was with a dark-skinned girl who had a cap on and looked pretty mad.

"Who's that?" Nathan asked conspiratorially.

"That's the girl I had a figh' with," Kelly answered, folding a shirt up. "I have to do some restorative justice bollocks with 'er."

"Hey, Bono, yeah?" Nathan asked Sally, striking a pose at her.

"What?" She asked, confusion and irritation flitting across her face.

"I don't know why I bother," Nathan exclaimed, throwing his hands down on his lap, mouth agape.

"Jodi's here, come on," Sally ignored him and motioned for Kelly to join her. I watched as she got up and followed the other two women, grumbling under her breath.

"Oh, hey, watch this," Nathan chuckled, struggling to his feet. I watched him silently as he picked up a pair of roller skates and put them on, not bothering to tie them up. Yep, that was going to end well.

He pushed the goggles further down on his face and grinned, skating slowly over to the outside of the room where Kelly, Sally and the other girl, Jodi were. He stood up once he knew they didn't see him. He pushed against the wall and rolled across the floor, singing in an opera-like voice, arms outstretched. I giggled as he went past the window and back over near us, almost tripping.

Sally whipped the door to her office open and glared at him.

"Take the roller skates off. And the goggles," she shouted angrily. "Take them off!"

He whipped the goggles off and Sally glared one more time before closing the door again. He turned to me once he was sure she wasn't watching and made a whining face at me, imitating Sally.

"You better hope she doesn't catch you doing that," I mentioned, putting a pair of shoes with the others. He shrugged.

"Hey, you know, I was wondering if you thought this suits me," Nathan asked, pressing a pair of short-shorts to his hips. I coughed, not expecting the sight. He raised his eyebrow and his mouth twitched in a smirk. "Well?"

"I think that would look wonderful on you," I sniggered. His legs were so long that if he put those on, I reckon he'd probably look like an alien or something.

"Really? Well, I might just wear them later to impress you then."

"Yeah, okay," I chuckled.

I looked over to see Alisha and Curtis flirting again. Honestly, those two were so mad for each other. He had a white top-hat on. What was a kid in Africa going to do with that?!

"You slut whore!" I heard a voice yell. I dropped what I was holding in fright. Sally was pushing an enraged Jodi away from the office and towards the doors.

"Shut up, you twat!" Came Kelly's reply as she threw a chair out of the room. I dodged out of its way quickly.

"Kelly!" Sally yelled at her. I watched with wide eyes as Kelly appeared, hair coming out of her way too tight bun.

"I was tryin' to be nice!" She yelled back, defending herself.

Kelly stalked off, spouting rude names and such. I looked from Nathan to Sally.

"Well, that seemed to go well," I muttered. Nathan let out a small chuckle.

"Thats one way of putting it."

Updated on the 6th of June, 2016.