44
Ryan
“Do you need to throw up?” Jamie bends down to talk to me while I’m lacing up my boots.
“What the hell do you want?”
“You’re as white as a sheet.”
I straighten myself up and stand in front of him.
“Don’t you have anyone else to take the piss out of?”
“Mmm…nope. It’s your turn today.”
“Today?”
He flashes me a goofy smile. “You’re my favourite.”
I shake my head and chuck my bag down onto the floor, but he won’t budge.
“You’re getting on my nerves.”
“Am I making you nervous?”
“Who’s nervous?” Ian latches himself onto the conversation.
“Are you two a couple now or something?”
Jamie looks at Ian, then turns back to me.
“Nah, he’s not my type. But stop changing the subject.”
“Why? Were we talking about something?”
“Sure – how nervous you are.”
“I’m not nervous. Or at least I wasn’t, until the world’s most beautiful couple made their appearance.”
“What’s up? Stage fright?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been played since the first minute.”
“I’m not nervous, like I told you.”
“Oh, hang on,” Ian says, taking his phone out from the pocket of his hoodie.
“Shouldn’t you be putting that away by now?” Jamie says.
Ian flips him his middle finger and answers the phone, taking a few steps away from us.
“So…”
“Shut up, Jamie.”
“Oh, really?” Ian raises his voice and gives me a look. “Well, well…little Ryan,” he says, hanging up and coming back over to us. “So, we have an audience today…”
