license.
Chapter 6
Gavin finished his shift at the health club, he pulled on his jeans and
stuffed his life guard shorts into his bag along with the long sleeved t-shirt
and vest top that he had wo rn to college that day and
left on his white health club t-shirt. He headed for the car park fully
expecting to see Angel waiting by his car, sorely disappointed when she wasn’t
there. He stashed his bag behind the driver’s seat then fished his phone out o f his pocket to see if she had left him a message, again he
was disappointed when he saw there were no text messages or voice mails.
He dialled her number, concerned that she hadn’t been in touch, she
answered on the first ring.
“About time you called. So rry I’m not there, I
can’t wait to see you. Can you pick me up outside the Wine Rack on Kingston
Road?” She gabbled.
“Are you ok?” He asked.
“I’m fine,” she replied, then he heard shuffling. “Whoops, missed the
wall,” followed by giggling.
“I’m on my way,” he told her. He found her
exactly where she said she would be, sitting on the wall outside Wine Rack, two
carrier bags and her school bag at her feet, taking deep gulps of a Bacardi
Breezer.
“Hello little boy,” she greeted him as he stepped out of the car .
“Are you drunk?” He asked.
“Nearly,” was her reply as she came unsteadily to her feet.
“I thought you were meeting me at work.”
“Yeah I was, didn’t make it. I had a row with Quinn, stormed out of his
house, the fucker didn’t even come after me,” she lean ed
on him.
“I’d better get you home,” he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Nooo, I can’t go home like this, can’t we go to yours?”
“Ok,” he picked up her bags, still supporting her with one arm wrapped
around her. “Give me the bottle.”
“I haven’t finished it,” she protested.
“You aren’t drinking it in my car,” he told her.
“I won’t, I’ll put my thumb in the top of the bottle so I won’t spill any
in your precious car ok?”
Making sure Angel was safely in the passenger seat; he put her bags by
her feet and wen t around his side of the car. Angel
took a swift sip of her drink while he was walking around the car. As he
occupied himself with fastening his seat belt she took another sneaky slug of
her drink.
“I saw that , ” Gavin said
reaching for the bottle . “Give it to me , ” he told her , wrapping his hand around the bottle.
“Just let me finish it , then I can’t
spill it can I?”
“I’m not taking the chance , ” he jerked the
bottle from her grasp resulting in the remainder of the orange flavoured
alchopop spilling down the front of his white
t-shirt. Angel was unable to hold back the snigger, covering her mouth with her
hands to stop herself from bursting into a loud laugh.
Gavin looked from her , to his now
nicely wet t-shirt to the bottle in his hand . “Terrific” he got out of the car and dropped the bottle in the nearest rubbish
bin, returning to the car and once again strapping himself in, he turned to
Angel who was still trying not to laugh . “Thanks for that, now I’m all sticky . ”
“Wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me
finish it . ” S he replied.
“I’m beginning to wish I had , ” he huffed as
he started the car.
Arriving home, Gavin left his car in the driveway at the front of the
house instead of puttin g it in the garage as he normally would and took Angel in through the front door instead of his usual method of
going around the house and through the kitchen via the fridge. Suzanne was
coming down the stairs, linen basket in her arms.
“Hi Suzanne, can I ask a favour?” Gavin said , once again w rapping
his arm around Angel as she began to sway . “Could you make me a pot of coffee and
bring it up to my room, I’ve got to sober her up before I take her home . ” H e guided Angel towards the stairs.
“Sure, I hope it wasn’t you who got her in that state , ” she
admonished.
“Hi ,
Chapter 6
Gavin finished his shift at the health club, he pulled on his jeans and
stuffed his life guard shorts into his bag along with the long sleeved t-shirt
and vest top that he had wo rn to college that day and
left on his white health club t-shirt. He headed for the car park fully
expecting to see Angel waiting by his car, sorely disappointed when she wasn’t
there. He stashed his bag behind the driver’s seat then fished his phone out o f his pocket to see if she had left him a message, again he
was disappointed when he saw there were no text messages or voice mails.
He dialled her number, concerned that she hadn’t been in touch, she
answered on the first ring.
“About time you called. So rry I’m not there, I
can’t wait to see you. Can you pick me up outside the Wine Rack on Kingston
Road?” She gabbled.
“Are you ok?” He asked.
“I’m fine,” she replied, then he heard shuffling. “Whoops, missed the
wall,” followed by giggling.
“I’m on my way,” he told her. He found her
exactly where she said she would be, sitting on the wall outside Wine Rack, two
carrier bags and her school bag at her feet, taking deep gulps of a Bacardi
Breezer.
“Hello little boy,” she greeted him as he stepped out of the car .
“Are you drunk?” He asked.
“Nearly,” was her reply as she came unsteadily to her feet.
“I thought you were meeting me at work.”
“Yeah I was, didn’t make it. I had a row with Quinn, stormed out of his
house, the fucker didn’t even come after me,” she lean ed
on him.
“I’d better get you home,” he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Nooo, I can’t go home like this, can’t we go to yours?”
“Ok,” he picked up her bags, still supporting her with one arm wrapped
around her. “Give me the bottle.”
“I haven’t finished it,” she protested.
“You aren’t drinking it in my car,” he told her.
“I won’t, I’ll put my thumb in the top of the bottle so I won’t spill any
in your precious car ok?”
Making sure Angel was safely in the passenger seat; he put her bags by
her feet and wen t around his side of the car. Angel
took a swift sip of her drink while he was walking around the car. As he
occupied himself with fastening his seat belt she took another sneaky slug of
her drink.
“I saw that , ” Gavin said
reaching for the bottle . “Give it to me , ” he told her , wrapping his hand around the bottle.
“Just let me finish it , then I can’t
spill it can I?”
“I’m not taking the chance , ” he jerked the
bottle from her grasp resulting in the remainder of the orange flavoured
alchopop spilling down the front of his white
t-shirt. Angel was unable to hold back the snigger, covering her mouth with her
hands to stop herself from bursting into a loud laugh.
Gavin looked from her , to his now
nicely wet t-shirt to the bottle in his hand . “Terrific” he got out of the car and dropped the bottle in the nearest rubbish
bin, returning to the car and once again strapping himself in, he turned to
Angel who was still trying not to laugh . “Thanks for that, now I’m all sticky . ”
“Wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me
finish it . ” S he replied.
“I’m beginning to wish I had , ” he huffed as
he started the car.
Arriving home, Gavin left his car in the driveway at the front of the
house instead of puttin g it in the garage as he normally would and took Angel in through the front door instead of his usual method of
going around the house and through the kitchen via the fridge. Suzanne was
coming down the stairs, linen basket in her arms.
“Hi Suzanne, can I ask a favour?” Gavin said , once again w rapping
his arm around Angel as she began to sway . “Could you make me a pot of coffee and
bring it up to my room, I’ve got to sober her up before I take her home . ” H e guided Angel towards the stairs.
“Sure, I hope it wasn’t you who got her in that state , ” she
admonished.
“Hi ,
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