‘I’m just having fun,’ Kellen says, pulling his arm free.

‘You’re humiliating me,’ he says. ‘In front of everyone.’

‘I was thinking about myself,’ Kellen replies. ‘For once.’ He sees that everyone is looking. ‘We’re done. I already told you that. We’re finished.’

Oh my God! He actually ended it with him …

‘Nah,’ Rhys says. ‘You’re not the one ending this. I am.’

‘Too late,’ Kellen says, turning away. ‘Show’s over, boys – get a good look while you can!’

He turns on his heel and heads for one of the side doors, leaving Rhys and the rest of the room speechless.

I get up and follow. I catch him in the hallway, still only half dressed.

‘Well, that was … something.’

‘Why, thank you,’ he says, taking a little bow. ‘You might even say “magnificent”!’

‘Not exactly the word I was looking for,’ I say. ‘But you actually broke up with him?’

Kellen shrugs, almost like he’s completely unbothered. ‘I realized we’ve been going about this whole thing the wrong way, Zach. Like, we’ve been trying to escape this day, but what if it’s actually a blessing? A gift! We can do whatever the hell we like, right? None of the normal rules apply any more. When has anybody ever been so lucky?’

‘I suppose …’ I say. ‘Though there is still the horror of being trapped here.’

‘There’s no need for dramatics, Zach,’ Kellen replies. ‘Are you coming?’

‘Where?’

‘To steal a car, of course!’

‘Pardon?’ I say, following after him.

‘You heard me.’ He grins as he stops at the door of Miss Madzikanda’s office. ‘She never locks this,’ he says, going to open it and finding that his theory is entirely incorrect. ‘Huh, well, whaddya know?’

‘What do you want to steal a car for anyway?’

‘To escape the “horror of being trapped here”?’ he says. ‘We have the power to do anything, to go anywhere, Zach! We can streak naked down the high street and nobody would remember it!’

‘What is it with you and wanting to strip naked?’

‘You’re telling me you don’t?’

‘Funnily enough, no.’

‘Huh,’ Kellen says. ‘Kinda figured that was what everyone wanted …’

‘Nope, literally just you.’

‘So,’ he says, trying the door again, ‘can you pick the lock?’

‘Can I pick the lock …? I’m sorry, have you got me confused with someone else?’

‘Well, it’s either that or we kick the door down.’

‘OK, let me just hop on Grindr and find someone masc real quick …’

‘You’re masc, Zach,’ he says, looking me up and down. ‘Kind of.’

‘What do you mean kind of?’ The absolute cheek.

‘I mean kind of!’

‘Well, I guess we could try picking the lock?’ I say. ‘Have you got a paperclip?’

‘Why would I have a paperclip?’