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Оглавление‘Hide!’ I whispered, zig-zagging over to the huge triangle of Cherry Fronkle cans, which by the way was right next to the emergency exit.
‘Hey!’ shouted Bunky, skidding to a stop. ‘I was enjoying that song.’ He looked back at the dance floor where Anton was still doing his loserish robot dance.
‘What are you, crazy?’ I said, ducking behind the cans. ‘You wanna end up dancing with a GIRL?’
‘Or even worse - a BOY!’ said Nancy, pretending to puke all over my trainers.
Gordon Smugly, who’s the smuggest, ugliest person in our class, wandered up to us.
‘It’s dangerous out there,’ he said, plucking a salt and vinegar crisp out of a ginormous bowl and slotting it into his annoying mouth. ‘I had to get off the dance floor before Sharonella pounced on me.’
‘Oh please,’ said Nancy. ‘Even Shazza’s not that desperate.’
Stuart Shmendrix, who’s sort of like Gordon’s sidekick, trundled over all sweatily. ‘Phew, that was close,’ he said, grabbing a Cherry Fronkle. ‘Did you see the way Fay Snoggles was staring at my bum?’
‘Listen to you losers!’ chuckled Bunky. ‘What are you afraid of ?’ And he bopped back on to the dance floor.
‘Be careful, Bunky!’ I cried, but it was too late, he was gone.
