"Thank fuck that days over," Leo said, playfully nudging Mitchell in the ribs.

He noticed Mitchell's eyes glance towards Lucy's posterior as she walked in front. That smirk he often had crept across his face.

"Oi Lucy!" He shouted, she glanced over her shoulder, "Mitchell has the hots for you!"

"You dick," Mitchell hissed at his friend and smiled at Lucy.

She winked and lightly patted her bottom and carried on walking with Shelley towards the school gates.

The smugness that he'd just embarrassed his best mate washed over him faster than the redness on Mitchell's face. They'd popped in to a party the night before and seen the girls there, Lucy had worn a black, latex mini skirt and a red crop top with a very low v neck. Mitchell had seen her in a light he hadn't before. The boys had known her since they started school at five but for the first time they'd really noticed her and Mitchell had taken a very quick interest.

He'd tried and tried all night but had no success. Sure she'd flirted a little, played with her hair, run the neckline of her top between her thumb and forefinger slowly. Though she had seemed distant all night. Then it became obvious why - Robbie Yates.

He was with Tara, princess Tara, but everyone knew he had cheated on her with half the year group. Well everyone except perhaps Tara. Despite his best efforts and Lucy's mild flirting she was clearly just teasing Robbie.

It didn't stop Mitchell. Despite the rejection they been in every class together today and she'd caught him staring at her in every lesson at least once.

"Mate I hear she got plastered after you sulked off home last night and got pliers by Robbie. She's used goods mate once she's been with him. I'd avoid at all costs," Leo said as they turned left out the school gates just after Shelley and Lucy turned right.

"Don't matter mate, it's just be a quickly."

"Fuck off you love her."

"I obviously don't..."

"Aww he's blushing, he loooovves her."

Mitchell shoulder barged his mate in to the road, the frustration clear on his face. He wasn't in love but he had developed a fondness for her, not t to mention he did not like being rejected. It often held him back with people, his insistence that he was the best at everything.

Leo stumbled and fell onto his outstretched hands and that's when Mitchell saw what he'd done. A blue saloon car slammed its brakes on and began skidding toward his friend. He froze, Mitchell never froze, but he did at this point.

Leo turned and looked at the car, it was getting bigger with every image his brain could process. Everything slowed down. He went to dive  as if he was in a spy movie but his back leg slipped. His head was on the pavement but his legs still dangled in the road.

Mitchell screamed as did two twelve year olds on the other side of the road.