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something like, 'no one knows what goes on in a relationship except the two who are in it and the roommate'.
When they came stumbling in I knew immediately that they hadn't expected me to be there ; everything about them screamed 'we're here to have sex'. In return everything about me screamed 'not while I'm here you're not!'
"Oh," Abi stopped fumbling with Jonah's top abruptly as she saw me sitting stiffly on my bed. "Sorry, we were just-" she stopped trying to cover the awkward moment as she saw my face. "Hey, are you OK?"
The coolest person I know is hurt and sad and no-one told me , I ranted internally, of course I'm not OK! Out loud, however, I said, "Yep," accompanying the syllable with a brisk nod.
Because Abi looked worried I added, in silent, mind-to-mind, best friend speak, 'no, I'm really not, but I don't want to get into it whilst Jonah's here'.
She replied in kind, telepathically relaying, 'right, but let me know when you're ready to talk. Oh, and sorry about the almost having sex right in front of you thing.'
I raised my eyebrows slightly to say, 'really? Or are you just sorry you had to stop?' She grinned cheekily and then we broke eye contact and I saw that poor old Jonah was looking between us bemusedly.
Ha! Maybe he had Abi every second of every day now, but it looked like he hadn't yet got the hang of silent girl conversation, something I was very glad about.
"We're going out to Haze tonight," Abi skipped over to my bed and plonked herself down in front of me, putting a hand on my knee to show silent support over whatever was bugging me. "You should come."
"Haze?" I repeated in astonishment even as I gave her hand an appreciative squeeze. "That wanky club that only knobs go to?"
Abi's eyes widened and she tilted her head slightly to the left where Jonah was standing idly, clearly working hard to redirect the blood from his penis to his head now sex was off the cards. For a moment I didn't clock to what Abi was getting at, but then I remembered that Jonah’s dad owned a string of clubs, and it was highly likely Haze was one of them. Frankly, this did nothing more than solidify my point that it was for tossers, but for Abi's sake, I added, "And by knobs I clearly mean awesome people who are after superior entertainment in their evenings."
"Real smooth, Cinders," Jonah said sarcastically, but I could see that he wasn't angry and why should he be? As per every rich kid cliché in the book, there was no love l ost between Jonah and his folks; I think it was the major point of bonding for him and Elliot. Speaking of whom...
"Will Smelliot be there?" I asked.
I could see from Abi's shifty demeanour that, yes, Elliot was going to be at Haze that night and Jonah confirmed it, saying, "Yeah, should be."
"Right then," I got off the bed, filled with sudden purpose. "Yes, I will be coming tonight."
"You got that I said he was coming, yeah?" Jonah checked after sharing a startled look with Abi.
I nodded curtly, marching over to my chest of drawers and starting to rifle through it to find my best 'eviscerate Elliot' outfit. Over my shoulder I replied, "Yes, I got that. Your little buddy Elliot and I are going to have a nice little chat."
Aha! I pulled out a tight little red top in triumph. Red for anger, red for bloodshed, it was perfect.
"A nice little chat about what?" Abigail's voice sounded faintly concerned, as well it might. I turned and fixed my eyes on hers, the top clutched tightly in my hand representing the total opposite of a white flag.
"Sex and grandmas."
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Elliot arrived earlier than usual at Haze.
He'd received a text from Jonah saying simply Cinders on warpath so maybe he should’ve spent a few more precious hours with his head before Rox bit it off, but he hadn't been able to stay away. He needed to know ASAP whether Rox was just on one of her regular, run of the mill warpaths, the type he'd weathered many times over the years, or whether it was the warpath, the
When they came stumbling in I knew immediately that they hadn't expected me to be there ; everything about them screamed 'we're here to have sex'. In return everything about me screamed 'not while I'm here you're not!'
"Oh," Abi stopped fumbling with Jonah's top abruptly as she saw me sitting stiffly on my bed. "Sorry, we were just-" she stopped trying to cover the awkward moment as she saw my face. "Hey, are you OK?"
The coolest person I know is hurt and sad and no-one told me , I ranted internally, of course I'm not OK! Out loud, however, I said, "Yep," accompanying the syllable with a brisk nod.
Because Abi looked worried I added, in silent, mind-to-mind, best friend speak, 'no, I'm really not, but I don't want to get into it whilst Jonah's here'.
She replied in kind, telepathically relaying, 'right, but let me know when you're ready to talk. Oh, and sorry about the almost having sex right in front of you thing.'
I raised my eyebrows slightly to say, 'really? Or are you just sorry you had to stop?' She grinned cheekily and then we broke eye contact and I saw that poor old Jonah was looking between us bemusedly.
Ha! Maybe he had Abi every second of every day now, but it looked like he hadn't yet got the hang of silent girl conversation, something I was very glad about.
"We're going out to Haze tonight," Abi skipped over to my bed and plonked herself down in front of me, putting a hand on my knee to show silent support over whatever was bugging me. "You should come."
"Haze?" I repeated in astonishment even as I gave her hand an appreciative squeeze. "That wanky club that only knobs go to?"
Abi's eyes widened and she tilted her head slightly to the left where Jonah was standing idly, clearly working hard to redirect the blood from his penis to his head now sex was off the cards. For a moment I didn't clock to what Abi was getting at, but then I remembered that Jonah’s dad owned a string of clubs, and it was highly likely Haze was one of them. Frankly, this did nothing more than solidify my point that it was for tossers, but for Abi's sake, I added, "And by knobs I clearly mean awesome people who are after superior entertainment in their evenings."
"Real smooth, Cinders," Jonah said sarcastically, but I could see that he wasn't angry and why should he be? As per every rich kid cliché in the book, there was no love l ost between Jonah and his folks; I think it was the major point of bonding for him and Elliot. Speaking of whom...
"Will Smelliot be there?" I asked.
I could see from Abi's shifty demeanour that, yes, Elliot was going to be at Haze that night and Jonah confirmed it, saying, "Yeah, should be."
"Right then," I got off the bed, filled with sudden purpose. "Yes, I will be coming tonight."
"You got that I said he was coming, yeah?" Jonah checked after sharing a startled look with Abi.
I nodded curtly, marching over to my chest of drawers and starting to rifle through it to find my best 'eviscerate Elliot' outfit. Over my shoulder I replied, "Yes, I got that. Your little buddy Elliot and I are going to have a nice little chat."
Aha! I pulled out a tight little red top in triumph. Red for anger, red for bloodshed, it was perfect.
"A nice little chat about what?" Abigail's voice sounded faintly concerned, as well it might. I turned and fixed my eyes on hers, the top clutched tightly in my hand representing the total opposite of a white flag.
"Sex and grandmas."
----------
Elliot arrived earlier than usual at Haze.
He'd received a text from Jonah saying simply Cinders on warpath so maybe he should’ve spent a few more precious hours with his head before Rox bit it off, but he hadn't been able to stay away. He needed to know ASAP whether Rox was just on one of her regular, run of the mill warpaths, the type he'd weathered many times over the years, or whether it was the warpath, the
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