revolting. Although now I’ve picked up so much of it I almost feel immune.
‘Don’t sound too excited,’ he smirks. ‘You’ll break my ego.’
Ego? What is he talking about? Is he…asking me out? As in…wants me? As in…likes me? No, I don’t think so. That couldn’t be possible. The guy’s just relished in my agony all day long. Is he a sadist? But he looks so disappointed and his cheeks are turning rosy in embarrassment.
‘No, it's just that I probably stink of horse poo,’ I laugh, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.
‘You definitely stink of horse poo,’ he grins. ‘But I was going to suggest a shower first.’
My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. The thought of Will naked, soaping himself up invades my mind. I can feel my cheeks redden as if he can read my mind. What a dirty pervert I am. I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably just like James. Stop it!
‘Not together!’ he says loudly, laughing awkwardly. ‘Obviously separately. ’
‘Obviously.’ I look away, my cheeks burning, one blush blending into the other. ‘But…I’m pretty tired. I should probably…you know…I’ve got work later.’ I start backing away, trying to ignore the pull I feel towards him.
‘Oh yeah, of course,’ he smiles. ‘I’m pretty tired too.’
Why is it suddenly so awkward? And why do I feel bad for turning him down? This is all becoming weird. I say my goodbyes and run off as quickly as I can.
The sooner I get to Mexico the better.
***
I lean on the bar later that evening, listening to Trevor reading out the quiz questions. It's a quiz night, teams consisting of six people, desperately trying to work out who won the Eurovision song contest in 1989.
God, this is bloody boring. Plus this endless time to think is making me crazy. I still can't think why things suddenly shifted with Will. I went from hating him and his ridiculous anal, bossy ways to finding out he is slightly normal. And then I don’t know what it was; maybe being with Mitsy, seeing him being normal with another creature. It was kind of endearing.
But why did I get so scared when he asked me for a drink? I mean, he was only trying to thank me. Janey and I go for drinks all the time and I don’t expect her to jump me. Although she has a few times when she’s been truly smashed. The girl’s a part-time lesbian.
The truth is I don’t even know if Will likes me like that. What am I saying? I know he doesn’t like me like that. He probably thinks I’m just some silly slut. Maybe he thought I’d be easy and he fancied a quick shag. Yeah, that sounds more plausible. Assuming I’d be up for it.
I’m broken from my thoughts by Phil calling my name.
‘Rose, love, it's quiet tonight. I need to pop out to see someone. Can you hold down the fort?’ he asks, scratching his nearly bald head.
‘Err, yeah, that’s fine.’ Wow, this guy has trust. I barely know the man, but I suppose that’s small village stupidity for you. I doubt a crime’s ever taken place here. I’ve never even seen a police man.
‘Good,’ he nods. ‘Normally I wouldn’t leave you so soon, but you’ve got so much experience, I’m sure you’ll be fine.’
Oh crap. My big mouth getting me in trouble again.
‘Of course! Thanks. Have a good time!’ I shout, sounding shrill and unnatural.
I look around as he leaves. Why am I freaking out? They’re all just sitting there doing this stupid quiz anyway.
‘We’re going to take a quick break for a drink and so you can use the loos,’ Trevor says into the microphone, which is completely unnecessary.
Teams start coming up to the bar, all eager to get a drink within the break. Then the football team comes in the front door. Suddenly it's as if there’s a stampede at the bar. Everyone wants a drink and they want it now. I try to keep up, but it's hard when they’re all ordering four drinks at once.
I’m pouring a Carlsberg when it suddenly comes to a halt. What the hell? I hit the
‘Don’t sound too excited,’ he smirks. ‘You’ll break my ego.’
Ego? What is he talking about? Is he…asking me out? As in…wants me? As in…likes me? No, I don’t think so. That couldn’t be possible. The guy’s just relished in my agony all day long. Is he a sadist? But he looks so disappointed and his cheeks are turning rosy in embarrassment.
‘No, it's just that I probably stink of horse poo,’ I laugh, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.
‘You definitely stink of horse poo,’ he grins. ‘But I was going to suggest a shower first.’
My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. The thought of Will naked, soaping himself up invades my mind. I can feel my cheeks redden as if he can read my mind. What a dirty pervert I am. I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably just like James. Stop it!
‘Not together!’ he says loudly, laughing awkwardly. ‘Obviously separately. ’
‘Obviously.’ I look away, my cheeks burning, one blush blending into the other. ‘But…I’m pretty tired. I should probably…you know…I’ve got work later.’ I start backing away, trying to ignore the pull I feel towards him.
‘Oh yeah, of course,’ he smiles. ‘I’m pretty tired too.’
Why is it suddenly so awkward? And why do I feel bad for turning him down? This is all becoming weird. I say my goodbyes and run off as quickly as I can.
The sooner I get to Mexico the better.
***
I lean on the bar later that evening, listening to Trevor reading out the quiz questions. It's a quiz night, teams consisting of six people, desperately trying to work out who won the Eurovision song contest in 1989.
God, this is bloody boring. Plus this endless time to think is making me crazy. I still can't think why things suddenly shifted with Will. I went from hating him and his ridiculous anal, bossy ways to finding out he is slightly normal. And then I don’t know what it was; maybe being with Mitsy, seeing him being normal with another creature. It was kind of endearing.
But why did I get so scared when he asked me for a drink? I mean, he was only trying to thank me. Janey and I go for drinks all the time and I don’t expect her to jump me. Although she has a few times when she’s been truly smashed. The girl’s a part-time lesbian.
The truth is I don’t even know if Will likes me like that. What am I saying? I know he doesn’t like me like that. He probably thinks I’m just some silly slut. Maybe he thought I’d be easy and he fancied a quick shag. Yeah, that sounds more plausible. Assuming I’d be up for it.
I’m broken from my thoughts by Phil calling my name.
‘Rose, love, it's quiet tonight. I need to pop out to see someone. Can you hold down the fort?’ he asks, scratching his nearly bald head.
‘Err, yeah, that’s fine.’ Wow, this guy has trust. I barely know the man, but I suppose that’s small village stupidity for you. I doubt a crime’s ever taken place here. I’ve never even seen a police man.
‘Good,’ he nods. ‘Normally I wouldn’t leave you so soon, but you’ve got so much experience, I’m sure you’ll be fine.’
Oh crap. My big mouth getting me in trouble again.
‘Of course! Thanks. Have a good time!’ I shout, sounding shrill and unnatural.
I look around as he leaves. Why am I freaking out? They’re all just sitting there doing this stupid quiz anyway.
‘We’re going to take a quick break for a drink and so you can use the loos,’ Trevor says into the microphone, which is completely unnecessary.
Teams start coming up to the bar, all eager to get a drink within the break. Then the football team comes in the front door. Suddenly it's as if there’s a stampede at the bar. Everyone wants a drink and they want it now. I try to keep up, but it's hard when they’re all ordering four drinks at once.
I’m pouring a Carlsberg when it suddenly comes to a halt. What the hell? I hit the
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