Greg accepted the roll of paper, and tucked it into the back of his pants.
"Sure, yeah right, late to breakfasy. What? Can't wait to see your wittle sister or your fella?"
His tone was cruel and mocking and Greg stalked towards Alfie, wanting to get a fearful flinch from the boy. He invaded the other boy's space and grinning meanly, tapped Alfie on the chest, "You best get used to this Alfie. I'm not going anywhere,. he added, adding a little shove to his push.