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Chav TF

Barty was an average guy. He would go to college, do his work, go home then play video games. Not many people really knew Barty he didn’t have many friends and was a bit of a loner. Barty was fairly short and would usually wear normal clothes like a jumper and jeans, so he never really stood out.Usually, Barty would keep to himself, but he would speak out to do the right thing. This would soon land Barty in a strange situation.

At the college there was a variety of different people and cliques. There were the jocks, the nerds, the rich kids and even a group of just weirdos. Barty didn’t have a problem with anyone at college, except a groups of lads who would regularly get into trouble. This group of lads was known as the chavs. They were the lads that got into trouble on the daily and usually for tracksuits or sportswear. Barty has sometimes found them doing rebellious activities like spray painting on the college walls or even selling stuff at double the price to other kids. Barty has always reported anything bad, but the chavs never found out it was him.

One day Barty went to the toilet and found 2 of the chav lads in there. They were laughing but quickly hid something when they heard Barty walk through the door. It was unclear what was going on but it seemed to be no good. “What you looking at lad?” Said one of the chavs with a sneering face. Quickly, Barty went into one of the stalls and peeked through the gap to see what was happening. One of the lads pulled out a lit cigarette and put it in his mouth. They were smoking in the toilets. This was a serious issue, they could set off the fire alarm and disrupt the whole college. Barty knew he had to say something but if he did then the lads would know it was him. After about 1 minute of thinking what to do, Barty decided to say something. He walked out the bathroom leaving the 2 lads in there. They tried covering their faces, but Barty found a teacher nearby, who went in there immediately.

Barty went away quickly to avoid the lads from seeing him when they leave the toilet. The chav lads got a week long detention for smoking in the toilets. They weren’t happy and by association the whole group landed in detention. Unfortunate for Barty they knew he was the one that ratted them out. While in detention the chavs were plotting what to do. “Mate what we gonna do with that rat?” said one of the lads. “We should bang him up” shouted another lad. “Nah let’s grafiti his house” suggested another. The leader of the chavs looked at his crew with a devious look. “Lads, if he has a problem with us then why not show him the way”. The rest of the gang were confused, wondering what that meant. “What you mean, boss” one of the chavs questioned. “It’s simple bruv, our friend does know much about us, so let’s show him what we are. Plus we need another body to be our lookout. He is trusted by the teachers, he would make a perfect alibi”. The gang nodded. They knew what had to be done so they began scheming.

The lads knew what they had to do. Each had a key role in the plan. The first part was in action. Two of the lads waited for Barty to walk out of college. About 20 mins later. Barty was in sight. He walked down the cobbled steps and began walking towards the town as he usually does. The two chavs followed from a distance waiting to strike. Barty didn’t know about the two lads behind him and continued his usual path. He walked through the town and took a turn into an alleyway. This was the chavs chance to strike. They grabbed hold of Barty, knocking him out cold.

The chav lads grabbed a can from their pocket. It was a small silver can of beer that you couldn’t find at the supermarket. It had a label on the side in a typical cheap beer can style. The lads cracked open the can and a hiss came out of it. The lad in the grey tracksuit grabbed Barty’s head and held his mouth open. The other lad began pouring the can’s contents down Barty’s mouth. “Drink up lad, every last drop” sniggered the lad. Once all the beer had been downed. The lads took Barty’s wallet, to make it look like a mugging, then walked off.

After about 10 minutes, Barty woke up wondering what had happened. He felt a little dizzy but other than that he felt fine. He got up off the floor and checked he still had everything. “Fuck me wallet” sighed Barty in an unfamiliar voice. His voice seemed deeper than usual. “Must be coming down with something” he thought to himself. He didn’t think much of it and walked home. It was darker than usual, when Barty walked home. He noticed that the streets were full of completely different people. Instead of the usual people commuting from work, the streets were filled of chavy lads dressed in tracksuits causing mischief. Barty didn’t want any trouble so walked through the streets as quickly as possible.

The next day Barty woke up and had a headache. He didn’t know why, but his head was pounding. He took some paracetamol and took off for college. Along the way, Barty decided to have a look for his wallet, but there was no luck there. Barty’s head was still hurting, the paracetamol wasn’t doing a thing. His head was throbbing, he had to do something about it. As he walked a long the road he saw a corner shop. He thought he could get some more pain killers, but he then realised he had no wallet, so no money. He went in anyway and hoped there would be someone who could help.

As he walked up to the door of the shop he noticed a lad in a black tracksuit smoking outside. He went up and hoped the lad would help him. “Yo mate, can you help a bruva” asked Barty in a confused manner. Barty had never spoken like that before and again his voice seemed deeper, even deeper than yesterday. Plus it sounded like he had an accent, like a rough London accent. “Yeh bruv, what you need?” replied the lad. Barty explained his situation to the chav, who was happy to help. The lad popped into the shop and came back out after a couple of minutes. “Here you are bruv” said the lad handing over a can of some kind of drink and a protein bar. The drink looked like an energy drink. “Get that down ya, you’ll be sorted mate”. Barty thanked the lad and cracked the can open and sipped the drink on his way to college.

Once Barty had got to college, he realised his headache had gone. Whatever threat drink was it did the trick and the protein bar was good too. Barty felt like he had a boost of confidence for the day. This was turning out to be a good day for Barty, and the day has only just begun. After Barty’s lessons he went to grab some lunch and sit on the football field. Barty would usually just stay in the cafeteria but it was a nice day and he thought it would be a nice change. As he walked out the doors he bumped into the lad from the corner shop.

“Yo bruv, alright?” asked the chav lad. “Lad, cheers for the help earlier, you alright bruv?” responded Barty, again he noticed his voice was still not the same as usual. Although, he was less bothered by it, his new voice was growing on him. “Bruv can you help a man out, miss is gonna come round that corner, can ya cover for me mate?”. The lad waited for Barty to respond, but before he could a teacher appeared from the corner.

“Yo miss, I ain’t done nothing. Man can vouch for me”. The teacher turned to Barty looking at him with the a glaring look. Barty knew he had to tell the truth and the lad has probably done something. Despite that, Barty didn’t know if he had done anything and the lad did help him earlier. Barty had a strange feeling about this, almost like he had to stick up for the lad because of some pact or brotherhood. While contemplating this, Barty had forgotten the teacher staring him down. He had to answer now. “Nah miss, man has been with me, we about to go to the field, you get me” answered Barty in a confident tone. “Very well off you go then, but I am watching you both” said the teacher as she turned to walk away.

“Yo cheers bruv, you’re sound lad. You wanna come hang with my bruvas?” Said the chav lad. Barty was flattered by the offer, but wasn’t sure if that would be best. What would the other chavs think or do. Batty didn’t want any trouble despite his new found confidence and friend. “Cheers for the offer bruv, but man’s got some business to see to”. Barty was apprehensive about what could happen next. “No problem lad, I wanna repay ya for not ratting me out. Meet me at the mall later on” said the lad in black. “Alright mate” Barty agreed, as his new friend swaggered away to the college gate.

The college day went as usual after lunch. Barty had his afternoon lessons and began to walk home. He remembered what the guy from lunch said. There was no harm in meeting the guy, he seemed friendly. As Barty approached the alleyway towards his usual route home, he continued down the road towards the mall. The mall was busy at this time of the day, so it was hard to find the guy from lunch. Barty searched the whole mall but couldn’t see the guy. Just as Barty was about to leave, his phone pinged. It was a friend request on Snapchat. Barty added the account and saw a message. It was the guy from earlier. The message read: Yo lad, not gonna make it. But my mate Cal is there instead. He’s at JD. Btw me name’s Kai.

Barty made his way up to JD Sports. He had never been in the store himself, as they mainly sell clothes and shoes from Nike and Adidas. As Barry climbed the stairs he noticed a lad waiting there in a blue tracksuit. The lad looked over at Barty and began walking towards him. “Oi you must be Barty, the names Cal” said the lad with a rough accent. “Yeh, I’m Barty mate. You got something for me?”. The lad reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain full of diamonds on it. He passed it to Barty, who was a bit confused what was going on. “You helped us get away with a mad plan, so here’s your cut bruv”. Barty didn't know what he got himself into but didn't want to seem rude or cause a fight. Barty took the chain from the lad. “Put it on lad, you'll look fire” said the lad with a nod of encouragement. Barty clasped the chain on this neck. It felt cold against his skin. Before Barty could say anything Cal had walked into JD sports. Nothing left to do but go home.

It's a new day and Barty hasn't woken up with a headache so its already going better than yesterday. Barty got in the shower and then started to get ready for the day. The chain he was given last night was staring at him from his bedside table. He grabbed the chain and put it on in the mirror. The chain looked good and made Barry feel confident and tough. Barty’s phone began to buzz, he had a message from Kai. It read: How’s it going lad, how's the chain? Barty responded with a picture. Kai texted back: Looking good lad, that chains fire. You should get a trim, would look fire”. Barry didn't have time to get his haircut though, college was about to start, so he had to leave quick.

At college, Barty walked into his lesson 5 mins late. This has never happened to Barty before. The teacher didn't seem to have a problem with it and just continued as normal. As the lesson continued, Barty found himself getting bored and not interested in the lesson. The only thing on Barty’s mind was how good he looked with his new chain. He phone buzzed in his pocket, it was another friend request this time from Cal. Barty accepted and found a message from Cal. Oi lad, come hang with the lads this lunch it said. Barty was still uneasy about being around the chavs. They seemed to be nice, but he didn't want to get mixed up with any trouble.

Barty needed an excuse, his mind was going blank. Cal message again with question marks. Without a moments thought Barty respond. Cheers lad, but man needs a fresh trim. About a minute passed before Cal messaged back: Fair one bruv, you should go to the barbers with Max he's getting a trim at lunch. Why did Barty say he wanted a haircut, he only had it cut a couple of weeks ago, now he might have to go with some chav lad to a random barbers. Barty didn't know what to say but couldn't turn them down. Despite what the chav lads get up to, they have been friendly almost like brothers to Barty. At the end of the lesson Barty agreed to the plan and got sent the location of the barbers.

When it was lunchtime, Barty left college to go to the barbers. If he just got a quick snip, he would able to get back in time for his next lecture. The barber was on the other side of town on a back street that Barty hadn't ever been to. It was rough part of town, a lot of gang activity took place there. There wasn't much that could be done now, Barty couldn't bail on the lads. Luckily, nothing happened to Barty on his way to the barber. In front of the shop was a lad in a Nike tracksuit and gillet. That must be Max.

“Good to see ya lad, the fellas in here are sound. They'll have you looking fresh in no time”. They walked into the barbers and got sat right away. “What can I do for ya lads?” the barber asked. In all the time it took to get to the barbers, Barty forgot he still didn't have a wallet. Barty’s face changed from a normal look to a mixture of panic and embarrassment. Before Barty could say or do anything, Max called the barber over. “Don't worry bruv, it's on me” said Max with a cheeky grin on his face.

The barber started to get to work on Barty’s hair. He began shaving the sides and back down to skin. Slowly blending the sides and back into the top. He grabbed the scissors and began cutting the top to a short length but still enough to style. “Give me a sec mate just gonna grab some product” said the barber as he walked off into the back. Barty looked into the mirror and saw a completely different person. He had never had his hair cut to a skin fade. The barber came back in to the room with a pot of powder. He sprinkled some into Barty’s hair and styled it into a straight fringe. After all that work, Barty’s haircut was done. He looked like he had just come from a council estate, which was normal for the chav lads, but not Barry. Max was finished before Barty and was waiting outside.

Barty walked outside to see Max having a smoke. “Looking fresh bruv” he cheered as he fist-bumped Barty. “You want a smoke mate?” he asked holding out a pack of cigarettes. “Nah bruv, I gotta go, cheers for the trim”. Being peer-pressured to get a haircut was one thing, but smoking was too far. Before Barty could walk of the barber came out and handed him a pot of the gel. “Just two scoops like I showed ya mate” he said before walking back into the store. On his way back, Barty looked at the time, it was 1:30 he had been at the barbers for an hour. He was so late for his lesson, that he wouldn't be able to get back in time for any of it. He quickly emailed the teacher and made up an excuse, saying he felt I'll and left college. Well there's not much else to do but go home.

Along the way home Barty saw 2 lads sat in the park. They were both wearing red track suits and seemed to be up to no good. As went to go past them they stood up and blocked the way. “Give us your shoes, bruv” shouted one of the lads. This had never happened to Barty before, he was unsure how to play it. Instinctively, Barty wanted to back away, but he didn’t. He felt as if thoughts were seeping into his mind. Barty looked at the lads and responded with a slick attitude . “Fuck off lads”. The two were taken aback but were determined to get Barty’s shoes. They push him to the ground, grabbed the shoes off Barty’s feet and ran. Barty got up but there was no point running after them, so he walked back home.

As Barty went up to his room, he felt his phone vibrate. He jumped on his bed and open up Snapchat. He saw Max had added him as a friend. Within a couple of days Barty had gone from no friends to three of them. Barty added Max back and saw a message from him. “What’s on lad” Max had said. Barty messaged back and explained he got mugged again but this time it was his shoes. While Barty waited for Max to respond, he looked at himself in the mirror. Looking into the mirror, Barty focused on his new haircut. It had grown on him, he felt it made him look tough and like a bit of a stud. Normally Barry wouldn't be into having a haircut like his, but today he couldn't imagine his hair as anything but his new trim.

Barty's phone puzzled in the background, bring Barty’s attention back to reality. An hour or so must have passed by as it was now night time. Barty picked up his phone and saw it was another message from Max. “Fuck that's out of order bruv. We’ll sort ya out tomorrow. Me and the lads been thinking you need a fresh look to go with that boss trim.”. This got Barty wondering about what Max meant. Since being around the chav lads Barty had experienced changes he wouldn’t have made by himself. Strangely though, Barty liked the new him. He felt more confident and was finally making friends. It was getting late and college was tomorrow so Barty went to bed waiting to see what was in store.

The next morning rolled in and Barty got up and got ready, showered, did his hair just how the barber showed him and popped his chain on. As Barty opened the door, he noticed a chav lad waiting there. “Alright bruv?” Said the chav holding his hand to come in for a chest bump. Barty grabbed his hand and the two bumped chest. “Yeh mate, how’s it” replied Barty. “Not too bad bruv, Maxy boy said you needed some gear” said the lad. Barty was unsure what to say. Before he could speak the lad stepped through the door. “Nice gaff you have mate, where’s your room at?”. Barty showed the lad up to his room. “The names Josh but the lads call me Jay, wheres your trackies at mate”. Josh opened up Barty’s wardrobe to find just some unbranded t-shirts, some trousers and the odd jumper. “Mate you’re gonna need all new gear, come with me, we’re going JD lad” Josh said. “Cal and Kai can sort this out”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. Josh told him not to worry and trust a bruva.

Barty and Josh walk out the front door. As Barty begins locking up, josh pulls a cigarette from his ear and lights it. “You want one bruv” asks Josh as he blows a cloud of smoke. “Nah, you’re alright lad” Barty replied as he began to walk towards town. “Oí mate what you doing, get in me corsa”. Josh pointed to a black car. It looked like it had been modified. The car was quite low down and had a couple of scratches but as a whole looked in decent condition. The inside smelled of smoke and there were JD sports bags in the back. “You ready mate?” Said Josh and Barty nodded.

Driving to JD was fun. Josh liked to speed down the streets but he was full of chat. He talked about the football game on last night, about the sex he had last night and his car. Barty ad Josh arrived at JD in record time. The two walked into JD and Josh went straight to the Nike section. He picked out a grey Nike tech fleece tracksuit and a black T-shirt. He swaggered over to the trainers and picked up a pair of Nike Air Maxes and a couple of other small things. “Go try this on mate” said Josh pointing towards the changing room. Barty walked into the changing room and put down all the clothes picked out for him.

All the clothes weren’t anything Barty would pick out himself, but Josh seemed like a nice lad. Barty didn’t want to disappoint Josh, he felt like a brother already. Slowly Barty put on the tracksuit followed by the shoes, a cap, gloves and a puffer jacket. There was no mirror in the changing room so Barty couldn’t see what he look like. He walked out the room with the clothes on to show Josh. Josh was at the till handing over some cash and grabbing two JD sports bags. He swaggered over to Barty. “Looking fire, bruv. How’s it feel” said Josh passing over a JD bag. “Feels alright mate” Barty replied. “Nice mate, just pull them trackies down and you will be sorted. Got ya some other gear and lads have sorted you out back at your gaff”. He pulled Barty’s trackies down so that Barty’s boxers were visible. Barty put the JD bad around him and the two walked out the shop.

As they walked out the shop Josh got a call on his phone. “Give me a sec mate” he said before answering and walking off for privacy. College had started and Barty was thinking about the fact that he would be late to his lecture. Barty picked up his phone and began writing an email then realised he had another friend request this time from Josh. By now Josh had finished his call and was walking over. “Mate we gotta catch up with the lads ya know” said Josh. Barty really should be getting to college, but Josh did just buy him a whole outfit. “Yeh no problem Josh mate” Barty responded. “Mate, you’re a bruva now, call me Jay”. The two walked back to the corsa and zoomed off.

The corsa came to a holt, when they reached the location. Barty got out the car to see a complex of flats. It looked like one of the lads probably lived here. Jay walked straight in. “You coming mate?” He said as Barty began walking towards the door. Inside the stairway was the lads waiting. There was Cal, Kai and Max, even another chav that Barty hadn’t met. “What’s on lads” Jay says, having a brotherly embrace with the all the lads. As the lads finish with Jay, they go to embrace Barty. The lads turn to look at the chav lad in red. “The names Mikey, welcome to the gang mate, you look sick bruv” said the chav in red. Mikey seemed to be the leader of the gang.

The lads began talking about the usual stuff for chavs, footie, cars and sex. “Let’s get some beers lads” said Mikey. Cal got up and passed a beer round to everyone. At the same time the lads put a cigarette in their mouth and lit it. “You want one Barty” asked Kai. “Nah you’re alright Kai mate” said Barty. “Nah lad take one, you gotta smoke now” said Mikey in a deep commanding voice. Barty took a cigarette from the pack and placed it in his mouth. Just before he could light it, his phone rang. “Sorry lads gotta take this one” Barty said walking away. He placed the cigarette behind his ear while taking the call. It was college asking where he was. Barty told them he had a medical appointment and was on the way now. “Sorry lads I gotta go, catch ya later” said Barty before walking out the doors. The lads looked at each other proud of their work. They began to nod and grin like they were agreeing on the next step.

Meanwhile after walking to college, Barty had made it for his afternoon lessons. Although Barty had made it back, he didn’t focus or try to do the lesson. He spent the time talking to others and causing mischief. This was unlike Barty and people started to notice. Barty was unsure what was happening to him. It was like he was becoming a new person, a chavy person. Barty received a text from the lads. He was added to a group called Top Charvas. They told him to meet them at the gas station and that they had something important for him to do. Barty was buzzed for later.

After college, Barty began walking to the gas station.The closer he got the more he swaggered. With every step Barty felt more and more confident, almost cocky. Barty hands began in his jacket pockets, then went to his trackie pockets and were now just down his trackies. Barty began feeling arrogant and horny. All he could think of was footy sex and cars. With every step closer the Barty he used to be was slipping away, slowly becoming more and more chavy. Finally Barty had reached the station. All the lads were there waiting.

“How’s it going lads” Barty yells out fist bumping all the lads. “Good to see ya bruv” said Mikey. “We got a job for ya lad” Mikey continued to explain the job. Currently, there was a dealer in the station grabbing the lads order of cigarettes and beers. All Barty had to do was pay the dealer and collect the order. Barty agreed and went to the back of the station waiting for the dealer. About 5 mins later a man appeared. The man was wearing a shiny adidas tracksuit and smelled of weed. “You picking up for Mikey” he said. “Yeh mate I am on collection” Barty replied handing over the cash. “You know the drill lad?”. “What you mean bruv” asked Barty. “All new faces have gotta smoke a cigarette and down a beer before getting the collection”. The man passed over a beer and pack of cigarettes. Barty popped the can open and began downing the beer. At first it burned but it became easier towards the end of the can. Next came the cigarette. Barty put one in his mouth, lit it and inhaled. With every puff and blow of smoke, Barty felt a rush. He finished the cigarette and the man gave home a bag then left.

Before Barty could make his way back to the lads, he heard a noise. It was the lads they had followed and watched. “That was sick bruv, you are a proper chav now” said Kai. Mikey took the package off Barty. “Cheers mate, we got something for ya” Mikey said checking the supplies were all there. Max handed Barty a wallet with all new stuff, wads of cash and even a new ID. The name was not Barty’s though. “We thought you’d like a change mate” Max said. Barty’s name on the ID was now Ty. “Let’s celebrate lads, show Ty how us bruvs have a good night. The lads pile into Jay’s car and they go on ride about, drinking, smoking and having a laugh.

It was the next morning and Ty found himself hanging. He sniffed his armpits to see if he needed a shower. Nothing too bad, but if spray and cologne will sort it out. Ty stumbled into the bathroom sprayed himself with some Lynx and then half a bottle of cheap cologne. Next, he gelled his hair back and got dressed. He put on his Nike tech fleece, with the trackies sagging, a pair of Nike Tns, his chain, some Nike gloves and a Nike bag. After that he was ready to meet the boys. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the train station.

Ty saw all the lads were there. “What’s on bruv” Ty said swaggering over. All the lads engaged in fist bumps and manly embraces. The day was simple skip college, ride the train, cause some mischief, play some footie then drinks on the way home. Ty’s new life was much simpler and was far more enjoyable for Ty, because now he was one of the lads. Just a rugged scally chav lad.

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