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I’ve been there.
It’s the worst feeling. When she’s not talking to you, it’s like living in the shade.
He’s been living out of the sunlight for a year.
But join the fucking club, mate.
“Don’t pander to it,” I tell him and also a bit to myself.
“Beej, man—” Jo shakes his head at me.
“It’s been a year!” I tell him.
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “And she’s still not speaking to me for it.”
I roll my eyes.
“And okay,” he shrugs again, “in the scheme of it, gun to my head, you’re my boy, I’d do it again, but… there wasn’t a gun to my head and I still did it so she hates me for it.”
I frown at him. Feel sad for him though. Feel a bit responsible. He shrugs like he can’t help it. “She’s been one of my best friends since I was what — fifteen?” Looks sorry at me, like he’s being a bad friend to me by wanting to make things right with her. He swats his hand through the air. “Plus, you know what she’s like when she’s pissed…”
I roll my eyes. “I am familiar, yeah.”
He gives me a steep look. “Fucking scary.”
“You’re a gang lord,” I remind him.
Jonah shrugs but not exactly indifferent. “Not my favourite term, but sure.”
“A gang lord,” I repeat. “Just want you to think about that for a minute.”
He nods.
“And I want you to think about how grateful you are that I’m the gang lord and not her.” He drops his chin, lifts his eyebrows. “Imagine London if it was Magnolia ruling with an iron fist.”
I sniff, amused. “And what kind of fist do you rule with?”
Christian walks up behind us. “Compared to her?” He clocks his brother. “Aluminium, at best.”
I hug Christian. “Good turnout, man—”
“Yeah.” He grins, pleased.
He’s here with Vanna.
She leans over, kisses me on the cheek, ignores my girlfriend.
“Vans, you remember Jordan.” I give her a bit of a look. “My girlfriend.”
Jordan smiles at her.
“Of course.” Vanna smiles back with only her mouth. “Love the dress.”
And then there’s a ripple through the bar like how wind hits grass on a field and it scatters over it, fanning out.
I know she’s here before I know she’s here because I can feel that every eye is on me. I look over towards her because I feel like it’d be weirder not to.
She’s in this mini red and white tartan top with a little black bow tie, a black coat, a green bow in her hair and these black boots that make her legs look stupid long. She’s so fucking hot I want to neck myself.
