“Do what?” she asks innocently, turning her head to the side as the glow from the large screen glitters in her brown eyes.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, Wren.” She still hasn’t stopped moving her thumb over my hand and she tortures me more by hooking her right leg over my left one, letting our hands rest on the inside of her thigh.
Then I look back up at her but she’s trying to seem focused on the screen as she whispers out the side of my mouth, “Michelle is staring at us and I’m pretty sure half of NU’s population is here. The least we can do is look cosy.”
“Yeah,” I say, “Right.”
Because this is fake. Everything about this is pretend. It’s hard to feel like it’s pretend when she’s this fucking close to me and every nerve in my body is being set on fire one by one. She doesn’t even flinch when the first jumpscare appears. She must be superhuman because I’m latching onto her like a baby. This movie has no business being this terrifying. She does flinch when Kennedy and Scarlett appear out of nowhere.
They both stand in front of us, blocking our view from the screen. Scarlett looks pissed and Kennedy seems like she’s more interested in wanting to watch the movie than she is about confronting Wren on whatever they’ve argued about. I think this is my signal to leave.
“I’m going to get us some food with Z,” I say, detangling myself from her grip and the covers. “I’ll let you guys...chat.”
Wren gives me one of her death stares but I don’t want to be caught in the middle of a cat fight so I can make up for that later. Instead, I rush over to Xaiver’s car and haul him from his seat, needing someone to talk to while I get out of whatever Wren has got herself into. We get into the long queue for refreshments and Zaiver nudges my shoulder.
“You two are looking cosy. How are things going?” he asks.
“Cosy. That’s exactly what we need to look like,” I reply, kicking the stones beneath my feet.
“You sound pissed, dude,” Xaiver laughs. “Which is saying something because you’re not actually dating her so you shouldn’t be pissed. Do you like her for real?”
“No. God. I just didn’t realise how hard it would be to fake date someone likeher,” I admit, sighing as I look up at the pitch black sky, littered with stars.
“What does that mean?”
I turn around and look for our car and I spot her. She must have made up with Kennedy and Scarlett because I can see them in the back of my truck too, talking animatedly to each other. Girls are weird in that way. One minute they can’t stand each other and the next, they’re best friends again. Xavier turns around too. Wren’s laughing with them, double tucking her hair back behind her ear like it’s a movie.
“I mean, fucking look at her, Z. I knew that she was pretty. I knew that the second I laid eyes on her but actually getting to know her - you know, for the contract - has changed every single thing about her. And I swear, if she touches me one more time tonight, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Getting that out feels good. I know I shouldn't act out on any of the impulses I have but the attraction that I have to her and her brain is driving me insane.
“You’re already in too deep, man. Just get through the next few weeks and if her show goes well, you don’t have to keep doing it anymore, right?” Z asks. I nod. “Then, you can get laid and not have to worry about it messing up your plan.”
I nod again, taking in that idea. I can do that. I need to be able to do that. “Yeah. You’re right.”
We turn back around and move further down the queue. When we finally get to ordering, Xavier buys a drink for him and Michelle and I order some M&M’s. When we get back to our cars, even more people have gathered around my truck. Grey and Harry are both there and Michelle has moved from Z’s car into the back of mine, talking away with the girls.
This is great.
“Miles! Fancy seeing you here,” Grey drawls, holding his hands out wide as if we didn’t all text in the team group chat before arriving. He said he was going to try his luck with one of the netball girls. What he didn’t say was how he was going to take up all the space in my car. “We thought you abandoned your girl, here.”
I look down to Wren and she’s laughing, clearly warmed up to my friends. “Yeah, babe. What took you so long?” she asks, painting on that innocently adorable face of hers as she snuggles between Kennedy and Scarlett.
“Well, I wouldn’t have taken so long if I knew you guys were all ready to take over my car,” I reply sarcastically, seriously looking for a place to sit. “I swear I saw Kennedy’s car over there.”
I look out into the space where Ken’s parked.“The vibes are better over here,” she says cheerfully, dismissing me with a shrug.
I turn to Grey and Harry who are taking up the edge of the truck. “And what’s your excuse?”
“The vibes are better over here,” Harry mocks and Kennedy shoots him a look. “Oh, so it works for her but not for us?" This timeIshoot him a look. "We got an Uber here.”
“Great. Now I’ve got nowhere to sit,” I murmur, trying to figure out how they’ve all managed to fit in the car.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Milesy,” Wren says, standing up to step over everyone until she’s beside me looking at the truck. “A little rearranging and we should be fine.
After everyone steps out the back of the truck, we try to get everyone into a comfortable position. Michelle and Zaiver take the far back of the truck, snuggled up into the far corner. Kennedy sits in front of them with Scarlett in front of her, her legs dangling out of the back. Grey sits next to Scarlett on the front with Harry behind him, in front of me and Wren. Of course Wren and I are in the worst position ever. Not because we barely see the movie but because Wren is sitting right in my lap.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I murmur when Wren tries to make herself comfortable in my lap which means she’s brushing her ass all over my dick.
