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Another one. April.
Oh my fucking God, Jason, you fucking asshole! You absolute cunt! It’s all over the fucking news. I’m a fucking laughing stock. Don’t even bother coming home, you worthless piece of shit.
My blood turned to ice as I checked the third voicemail.
Mr Redfern, it’s Gareth here at the Daily Times. We’d really like to know your side of the story about your relationship with Gemma Taylor. Please call, the number is...
I hung up. Pulse loud in my ears. Not as loud as the baying laughter from the canteen. I turned the corner to find the whole squad crushed around a table. A mass of faces grinned at me as I made my way over, until Fernandez picked up a paper and held it open for me.
My Gemma’s beautiful green eyes looked out at me, an old photo most likely. Her hair was wild and messy, her freckles dark against her skin. Another one behind it, an unflattering snap of her bending over to blow out birthday candles.
Chatline chubster in Premier League scandal.
Winstanley waved another tabloid piece of shit, showing just the front page.Redfern scores... BIG!
My dirty girl on the cover, another shot of her from a bad angle, and me. Walking through her yard, oblivious to the camera, a bunch of fucking roses in my hand.
I already knew what was coming when they held up the third paper. That blonde bitch, Chelsea, looking all fucking sad in her Singers scarf.I thought he wanted me, but he was after my fat friend the whole time.
My blood fucking boiled. I’d been watched. Of course I’d been watched. How could I have been so fucking stupid?
“Didn’t know you were a chubby chaser, Redfern.” Fernandez had a stupid grin on his face. “I bet she oinked like a fucking piggy.Do my fat pussy and call me lardy, oh yeah, baby, fuck me. My chubby cunt’s all hungry for you, baby.”
There was a roar of laughter until I tore him from his feet. He was flat to the wall in a heartbeat, eyes big and wild as he flailed around.
“Don’t you ever,everfucking speak about her like that again. Understand? I’ll tear your fucking spleen out.”
Hands pulled me away. Lots of hands.
Calm down, Jase, it’s only a bit of banter.
Chill the fuck out, mate.
Leave it, Redfern, calm the fuck down, man.
He’s only joking. It’s just a fucking laugh.
I shrugged them off, muscles wired and ready to fight. That fucking bitch. That nasty, devious, spiteful fucking bitch. I thought of my poor Gemma. Did she know? Was she hiding under the covers as chaos broke all around her?
I daren’t call. Who knows who she’d be with, she’d probably hate the sound of my name, hate that she’d ever met me. The ache in my stomach got worse, so much worse.
Fuck knows how I got through the afternoon, but the gates were teeming with press as I left the ground. They followed me all the way home, pulling up at the bottom of the drive and aiming their fucking lenses at the house.
April was waiting. She threw a vase at my head the moment I stepped over the threshold, screaming blue murder as it smashed in the doorframe. She was going for another as I reached her, pinning her arms at her sides as she hissed obscenities in my face.
“You stupid prick, Jason, you stupid, selfish fucking prick!”
“You knew,” I snapped. “You knew I’d met someone.”
“Not some fat fucking slag! Some hideous fucking troll straight out of a fucking fat-o-gram catalogue!”
“She’s not a fat slag and she’s no fucking troll, either. She’s beautiful, funny,real. Everything you’re not. Everything I’ve never fucking had.”
Her eyes flew wide. “You stupid wanker! She’s laughing at you, laughing at us! I bet she can’t believe her fucking luck.”
“I doubt that, April. I’ve ruined her fucking life.” I let go of April’s arms. Pacing. Hands in my hair. Thinking. Thinking.
“You’ll tell those reporters out there that it’s a load of shit. You’ll laugh and tell them she’s a joke. You’ll tell them you’d never consider fucking a fat girl like that, and you’ll make them believe you. PR will take care of the rest. We’ll make the world believe us. I mean, it’s impossible. As if you’d ever cheat on me with a woman like that.”
