My equally popular brother and I ran the gauntlet up the hill to the school gates together every morning. On one occasion we were escorted part of the way by an obnoxious snotnose on a Chopper who wished to loudly examine various pejorative rumours - for instance, he correctly suggested that I had no pubes.
However, following a simple muttered accusation on my part, the snotnose slalomed hastily up the hill still shouting like a town crier, but instead of "Rosy's got a boyfriend" he was now earnestly protesting, "I'm not a heterosexual! I'm not!"
Ah, halcyon days...!!!1 at school!!!