After a night at staying at Michelle’s, food fighting or what not; you were at school. You saw everyone mentioning Sid’s forehead.

The morning you left Michelle’s, you kissed Sid’s forehead purposely with lipstick on, knowing it would mark him.

You knew what you did, and were just witnessing what people were saying.

You were sat opposite Sid in the canteen, and Tony came up Sid and sat himself down.

“Jesus mate, do you ever wash? Is that lipstick?—“

Tony said, referring to Sid’s forehead as you tried to look completely clueless.

“Who’s the lucky girl?”

Tony added, Sid clueless as well.