I walked into the restaurant with Natalie, my book bag over my shoulder full of my course books.
“Hey guys,” I muttered when I slouched into a chair, a menu placed before me.
“Hey Jess,” Kyle smirked.
“You’re in trouble,” I said, “All of you boys.”
“Oh whatever,” Aston grinned, “You were thankful for some excitement at that stuffy party.”
“That’s not the point,” I said, “It wasn’t meant to be a smash up.”
“Boringgg.”
I rolled my eyes at him, turning my attention to the menu and blatantly ignoring him.
I ordered a soup and sandwich, keeping quiet as Natalie argued with her brother over their parents Christmas gift.
“I’ve gotta head back to work,” Aston said as we were finishing up our food. He placed a few pound notes on the table and grabbed his coat.
“Oh come on…” I muttered to myself, watching him start to pick through the restaurant for the front door.
Annoyed that I had to do this, I stood up from my seat and followed him to the door. I could hear our friends laughing behind us, but I ignored them.
“Ast wait!” I said as he reached the front door.
“What?” he asked with a sly smile, “Ready for round two?”
“No,” I said shortly, “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” he teased.
“Ast!”
“Sorry,” he smirked.
“I need a favor from you.”
“A favor?” he asked, “I don’t really do favors.”
“Please?”
“I’ll do you a deal how about,” he said, “I’ll do something for you if you do something for me.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you,” I said.
“Well you don’t know what I’m going to ask you either,” he retorted.
I stood and stared at him for a second, cursing my mother for getting me in this situation.
“Ok fine,” I sighed.
“Now how can I be of service?”
“My Mum camped for One Direction tickets today. My sisters’ Christmas gifts. But it sold out before she could get any,” I explained.
“And you want me to get you some?” Aston asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.
“How many?”
“Four I guess.”
“It’s sold out though,” he smirked.
“I know but… Well… You’re…”
“I’m what?”
“You’re a… JLS… You know…Famous…”
“I’m famous?” he asked, “Jessica Rego, I never thought you’d use me like this!”
“I’m not,” I sighed, “My Mum just called and asked if I’d speak to you. It’s really not a big deal. I said I’d ask, but she shouldn’t count on it.”
“No?” Aston asked, “Why not?”
“Well…” I shrugged, trying to play the doubter card on him. “Just didn’t think you actually could make it work.”
“Ok,” he said suddenly, “I’ll get them for you. Four yeah? O2?”
“Yup.”
“Got it,” he said, pushing for the door.
“Wait! What favor do you want from me?”
“I don’t know yet,” he grinned, “I’ll get back to you.”
I watched him leave the restaurant, relieved that I’d sorted out my sisters’ Christmas but terrified about what Aston might have up his sleeve.
