A Betting Game

16. Should have just stayed at home.

"I don't mean to worry you guys, but my mum's ringing me."

Olivia grinned at me from opposite the table, moving sidewards as the train passed a corner. Her teeth caught on the edge of her lip slightly, causing me to squirm in my seat. Beside her, Logan was looking down at his phone, and honest to God the look on that boys face right then - it was just too much.

"Guys?" His voice became slightly panicked, as he continued to do nothing but stare at the phone.

"Give it here," Olivia muttered, before taking the phone from him and pressing the answer call button. "Hello there..." Looking at me for guidance, I mouthed her name. "Joanne, it's Nathan's mum?.. Yes, that's right,"

Logan slammed his head into the table, his unbrushed hair hiding any skin from his face from where I was sat. He groaned slightly, just quiet enough that it wouldn't be heard over the receiver.

"I was just wondering if it was okay if your son could stay over at our's tonight?" Olivia's voice was outstandingly mature, and the Irish twang to her voice had pretty much vanished from ear. "See Nat is having a few girl issues at the minute, so I thought maybe some boy time would do them good,"

Glancing at Logan, I could see him squirm in his seat, elbowing Olivia slightly to try and get her to stop.

"Okay, wonderful, talk soon Jenny," She hung up quickly after finishing her sentence.

"Fucking Jenny," I said after there was a moment of stunned silence from both me and Logan. "It's Joanne," 

Olivia shrugged slightly, handing the phone back to Logan and dropping her arm back under the table. She had odd bandages around her wrists, which looked like they could be joint supports but I couldn't be sure.

Either way, she wasn't a fan of them, so insisted on wearing my hoodie this morning as she'd forgotten to wear her wrist bands.

Glad to know she was making use of my bedside table with her shit.

Women.

"Whatever," She laughed quietly, as she disappeared into the fabric of my hoodie. "She'd already consented anyway,"

I could hear Logan chant 'consent is good' under his breath, causing me to chuckle.

"So what rebel stuff are we doing, Red?" I asked her, nodding to the map in front of us.

Grinning slightly, Olivia pointed down at the big letters which spelt out Dublin. 

"Well Bitchboy - I grew up here," She explained, smiling down at the paper. "I have some friends that could help us have one hell of a great time... Plus one of them was asking me to a party, they'll just have to change the date a bit,"

"I'm not smoking pot," I stated flatly, looking her dead in the eyes. Raising an eyebrow Olivia smiled slightly. "I don't like the smell, okay?"

"Poor baby..." She muttered with the roll of her green eyes. 

"I can't believe I'm going to Dublin to get high," Logan muttered, shaking his head as he sat back up. "The fuck is wrong with London?"

"Too mainstream," I explained, grinning at my friend. He grimaced, as he flung the end of his rainbow scarf over his back as it escaped. 

"Too expensive," He replied, taking a bottle of Pepsi out of his bag and slamming it onto the table. An elderly couple in the booth besides up looked up and shook their head disapprovingly. 

"You're mum's a cardiologist," I pointed out, laughing at him. "So we all know that's bollocks,"

Logan ignored the comment, and pointed to the bottle. "Well, if today is going to be as crazy as you promise, then this is to get us started,"