Since Jake knew how spooky the back alley was, he hadn't expected anyone to be there. But there WERE people hanging around.

Grrr.

So much for a private moment.

Stopping quite for away from the group, where the upturned bins lay, Jake stared down silently at them for a moment, feeling as though he wanted to cry, but not being able to. In one sudden movement, he lashed out and kicked the fallen bins with all his might.

Oww, yeah. That did it.

The tears started to fall, at first from the pain in his foot (the bins, now dented, had been up against the wall) but then once he'd started to cry, the tears turned to tears of anger and upset. He wasn't bawling, just sniffling, with now overly bright eyes. "I hate this stupid place," he mumbled to himself, sinking down to the floor a little way away from the bins and whipping his glasses off, burying his face in his hands.