Poison Ivy

Chapter Nineteen: COCK Bottom!

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- THERE'S STILL LIKE TWO MINUTES LEFT OF MY BIRTHDAY HERE IN THE UK AND YOU GUYS IN AMERICA/CANADA/ETC. ARE STILL ON THE 29TH SO THEREFORE I KEPT MY PROMISE TO UPDATE ON MY BIRTHDAY. LOVE ME OK.

Anyways, this chapter took as long as it did because I got half way and then exams started and I lost all motivation and time to write. Blame school and college, it's what they're there for. I'd like to thank you all for being patient and for continuing to leave your feedback and for voting, I can't believe how amazing you all are and I totally don't deserve you all but I'm keeping you because no refunds ok.

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"M'lady," Andy grinned wickedly down at me once he'd opened up my door.

We had reached our actual destination within ten minutes of the awkwardness in the car.

He stepped aside and I smiled warily up at him before twisting myself around and slipping out of the car. He held his hand out for me as I stepped around him, coming to stand beside him and I cast my gaze down, my face flushing as I caught the curious and amused filled looks of the group a foot away from us.

Andy slammed the car door carefully and the sudden sound, other than the distant chattering, brought my attention up to him. He gave me a lopsided smirk, once again letting his hand take ahold of my own before he gestured towards the group with his head.

"Shall we?" he asked.

"Do we have to?" I replied, biting my lip and he simply chuckled before beginning to walk, giving me no choice but to follow closely beside him.

I didn't expect to make the short walk across the car park to the others without injury in my heels but somehow I did and I was quite impressed with myself to say the least. My achievement gave me just enough of a distraction from the fact that I was now stood hand in hand with Andy in front of his band – the people I had explicitly told the first time I'd met then just how much I despised the lead singer.

CC grinned when he spotted Andy, jogging up to him and wrapping in what can only be described as a particularly aggressive man hug.

I stood awkwardly, flicking my gaze to the floor soon after I noticed Ashley's scrutinizing smirk of amusement. I heard him chuckle and looked up, giving him a look of disdain as he stepped towards myself, Andy and CC.

"Who's this slice?" Ashley's voice was thick with his typical, self-righteous arrogance as his eyes trailed down from my face, studying my upper torso for the longest of times with some sort of weird and sexual longing – he was obviously a boobs kind of guy... and one that didn't care for size too much; so long as they are there somewhere – before they scanned down over the lower half of my body haughtily, taking in the way my dress lay smooth against my hips.

I licked my lips and swallowed to moisten my ever drying throat as I let my eyes flicker between the other guests who had their attention drawn to myself by Ashley.

"This slice has a name," Andy simpered back in defence of me, taking a challenging step forward.

"Oh yeah?" Ashley taunted, his brows furrowing in confusion at Andy's protective attitude and stance but his eyes still glimmering with upmost amusement and what I would possibly call arousal... shudder.

"Yes," I interrupted Andy before he could even begin. I swallowed down the lump that was forming in my throat from nerves before shooting Andy a gaze that I hope conveyed my messages of calm the fuck down, I'm sure he's kidding around, thanks for your sincerity and can we please just leave already?.