beetlebum - oasis/blur

LETS ALL DECK JOHN

KAT'S POV

I was beginning to get really ticked off.

John was doing my fucking head in, he was acting like such a twat. Fucking yapping on and on about how much he hated Graham and how I shouldn't be going about with Alex and Damon-literally just because they're men the jealous cunt.

And he hated Neve as well, he was buzzing that she was away home and couldn't tell him off for chatting up a blonde lass right in front of me. All I wanted was for someone to turn around and deck John, even if I did love him.

Brona was fucking gone, she was literally near dead. She was hanging off Alex, and he was crying about something-Liam was taking the absolute piss out of him. Damon and Jess were...it's to disturbing to talk about it. Graham just looked miserable, like he wished he got in the taxi with Neve and Noel.

The blonde girl that was feeling up my John was called Emma, hadn't a fucking clue who she was or where she came from.

"Who are you?" Well that sounded fucking rude, didn't it?

John looked at me in disbelief whilst graham finally let out a chuckle. My bluntness did always make him laugh. "Kat, don't be rude." Oh fuck off John.

"No, it's fine," She assured him, shaking her head. "I'm John's friend from Cork-we went to school together. We went to dinner last week?" She added on in a questioning tone. Ah, so she was the mate he met up with?

"Oh, sweet." I wasn't like John, didn't give a fuck if he had female mates. Unlike him, who had an issue with me running about with Damon and Graham-who I've literally known forever. "But, I'd appreciate it if you could stop fuckin' feeling him up right in-front of me. Cheers."

Emma looked very offended after that and John looked fuming. They both deserved it, making me feel like shite the whole night.

"Kat," John seethed. "Apologise to Emma. You're being a bitch." Now I did feel quite bad. Was I overthinking it? Maybe she was touching his arm in a friendly way?

"Sorry," I muttered to Emma, and she just scoffed, mumbling something about going off to get a drink.

John leaned in close to me, getting anger with every word. "Stop fucking acting like a dick. I can't believe you, you're embarrassing me." Christ, am I really that bad?

"I'll behave," I sighed. He leant in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and then he got up and made his way to the bar to order more drinks. I felt slightly more reserved eyes as if now I couldn't enjoy myself.

Graham frowned at me, "don't let him talk to you like that." He wasn't talking to me like anything, was he?

"Stop it," I warned. He'd criticised our relationship before-and we all know how that ended. "I don't want to hear it. Not from you."

He shut his mouth after that, turning and engaging in Brona, Alex and Liam's conversation. I didn't want to be a twat to him, but my relationship was none of his business.

John was taking quite a long time with Emma getting the drinks, so Liam being Liam shifted his hole over to the bar because he was raging at the time they were taking. We hadn't heard nothing, until there was a big sound of glass shattering against the floor.

We were all fed up, thinking it must've been Liam starting one of his drunken brawls with a poor soul that accidentally bumped shoulders with him.

We were wrong.

"You're a fuckin' joke!" He shouted, his voice booming all over the club. "Get ta fuck ginger bollocks." Oh no.

"Liam? What the fucks happening?" Brona called over to him. She looked concerned, surely not about Liam?