Having Your Jelly Baby

2: Twats

Hey guys! Just another quick thank you for your lovely comments last chapter - you're all so sweet and I appreciate it so much. I hope you enjoy this one - it's not exactly a favorite of mine but next chapter (one of my favorites) is when things start to get a little more interesting with a certain gorgeous actor :P I hope you enjoy this one nevertheless! Lots of love, River :) xoxo

2: Twats

Three days had passed and Laina and I still weren’t talking, and I had been holed up in my own flat for the same amount of time. She was the type to fume silently, and since she rarely held them, her grudges could last a long time. I was one person who could vouch for that.

Like this one time, a girl from our secondary school skipped the queue during lunch and took a place right in front of Laina, who had given the girl the one finger salute after she refused to move after being requested to politely by Laina. It was safe to say that every time the aforementioned girl was seen in the school corridors by the two of us, bitchy words were exchanged as Laina viciously stared her down.

Laughing at the memory as I remembered, I felt a pang at the same time, too.

Mum had called my phone concernedly, wondering why I hadn’t gone around and why she, Dad or Mia hadn’t heard any word from me in days. I was too drained to even bother with any of them, anymore, so my excuse was that I had come down with a bit of a cold and was too swamped with work.

It was safe to say when Mia came around - still tanned and beautiful after her two week luxury honeymoon - to prove that I wasn’t ill I wasn’t pleased.

I opened the door and asked her deadpan, ‘And what the hell are you doing here?’

She sniffed pretentiously. ‘Is that any way to greet your beloved sister who brought you soup after hearing about the dreadful illness that you’ve come down with?’

I narrowed my eyes at her, giving her a disbelieving look. ‘Whatever,’ I said, before adding, ‘Is it Mum’s chicken soup?’ as I grappled for the bright orange Sainsbury’s bag she had bought the Thermos in.

Contrary to the popular belief which many, many people who knew Mia and I held, we didn’t hate each other – well, I know I didn’t hate her, who knew how she felt about me – despite the fact my slime ball of an ex boyfriend had dropped me like a hot potato the moment he laid eyes on her.

Mia made a little noise of disgust as immediately I started to pour myself some of Mum’s soup and glugged it down, burning my tongue in the process, but I didn’t particularly care.

‘Do you want some?’ I offered after half the flask was gone.

She scrunched up her nose and shook her head. ‘No thanks.’ Mia tapped her foot the way she did when she was impatient – it was a habit we both had – and I knew that there was something she wanted to say.

I retied the belt of my dressing gown that I had been slagging around in for days around me so it was tighter before I finally decided to query about what it was.

‘What’s crawling in your knickers then?’ I asked candidly, making Mia look at me, affronted.

‘God, Laina is the worst influence on you, I swear. I always get the urge to wash your mouth out after you’ve spent too long with her,’ Mia commented.

Piss off, I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t. The mention of Laina made me feel sad.

‘Speaking of Laina,’ Mia started, making my insides clench at what I was sure she was going to say, ‘will she want to come to this dinner party thing Connor and I are holding at the new house as a housewarming thing?’