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I took the bottle. Tasted like paint stripper. “Who’s your mate?”
“Which one?” she smiled. I tipped my head and she rolled her eyes. “So pissing typical. Lozza, get over here. Got an admirer.”
The girl glanced back over her shoulder. Her blonde hair was just like Sophie Harding’s. Face not so much. She was piggier, with a fatter nose, and her eyes were dark. My dick didn’t fucking care.
“Hey,” she said. “I know you.”
“Most do,” I said, taking another swig.
“Look pretty wired.” She was smiling, twirling her hair. Drunk.
Gemma reached for the bottle. “How come she gets all the luck? How about it, Cal?” She pushed the bottle neck between her lips, eyes on me as she gave it fucking head. My fist clenched at my side, itching to ram it down her throat. I fixed my eyes back on blondie, on the way her hair curled under her chin.
“Wanna go for a walk?”
She smiled, feigned innocence. “A walk? Where you wanna walk to?”
“Around.”
She flicked her hair, giggled at her pig-tailed mate. “Sure, I could do with stretching my legs. Just for a minute though, yeah?”
“No fair,” Gemma laughed. “Come back after, eh? I don’t do sloppy seconds, but for you...”
Lozza tottered over, unsteady on vodka legs. She was taller than Sophie Harding, but that would be the heels. Stupid high stiletto things she could barely walk in. She swayed along with me, taking hold of my elbow as we crossed the road.
“Where we going?”
“Around.”
“We could go to mine, if you want. My mum’ll be out all night, probably got some beer in the fridge.”
I kept a pace, pulling her along until she stopped in the middle of the road, giggling like a retard. “Jesus, hold your horses, yeah? I can’t keep up.”
I stopped, turning to face her in the streetlights. Her hair glowed blonde, face dark in the shadow. “Not far now.”
“I’ve heard about you, Callum Jackson. They say you’re rough... maybe I should go back.”
“Go. If you want.”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, staring up at me with drunken eyes. “They say you have tats. Loads of them. I wanna see.”
I reached around her, slamming a hand onto her ass so hard it knocked her flat into me. “Iwanna seeyou.”
“Uh huh, where?” Her breath stank of fags and drink.
“Over there.” I tipped my head towards tower one.
“You got a place?”
“Don’t need one.”
“Got a rubber in my bag... if you wanna...”
I grabbed hold of her arm. She didn’t argue this time, just bounced after me, her heels clacking on the tarmac all the fucking way. I led her through the alleyway, slowing down as we reached the garage block. They’d already cleaned up my work, only the slightest hint of my thank you remained. I felt a weird relief.
“Ok, so what do you wanna do now? Talk a minute or something? Should have brought the vodka.” She was more nervous off the main drag. The garages were dark, dim lights just enough to see by.
I didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to think. My cock was throbbing like a motherfucker, straining for cunt. I turned on her, walking her backwards to the same fucking doorway I’d pinned Sophie Harding. My cock leapt at the memory, jerking in my fucking jeans.
