It was hard enough to breathe with the stench of BO and stale beer, let alone have a tug of war at 7.23am. He was going to win this if it killed him! Grabbing a corner of the duvet he stumbled back across the room as Jamie pulled it back – but not before he’d unintentionally caught a glimpse of his stepbrother’s undercarriage. Bloody hell. That was impressive. And unfair. ‘Getoffme.’ There was an indignant jerk of what looked like the top of a half-bleached, gelled cockerel crest; one side was white and the other black. Although the rest of him was hidden, Ed knew that a bit further down was a small silver ring on the bottom lip which accounted for the slight lisp. Silly idiot. He’d regret that one day. ‘No I bloody won’t, you lazy sod. You’re going to be late for school and then I’ll be late for work.’ ‘So what, Mr Perfect? You always have to do everything right, don’t you?’ Jamie’s voice was muffled under the duvet which he had bundled round him. There was the sound of short bleeps, indicating he was punching numbers into his mobile at the same time.
