Having Your Jelly Baby

3: Sluts

Hello gorgeous people! Sorry for the delay in the update - my laptop has DIED on me, unfortunately, and I've been mourning its loss :P (Seriously though I might have a funeral for it, the babe has served me well these last few years.) I hope you enjoy this chapter and the return of a certain gorgeous man. As always there's a beautiful song at the side :P xoxo

3: Sluts

Saturday came around almost too quickly (still not a single word from Laina as of yet), and before I knew it, Mum, Dad and me had driven down to London for Shitbag and Mia’s housewarming shindig.

Their house was bloody beautiful. As soon as I attempted to strut through the door, all I could think was damn those arseholes with their perfect cushions, and perfect windows and perfect sofas and perfect -

‘Hello Nova,’ Drew said pleasantly.

Ah shit.

I froze, hardly daring to turn around. ‘Oh. Hello,’ I squeaked, mentally slapping myself for not even being able to say a simple hello without sounding incredibly moronic.

Drew smiled easily, a drink in one hand and the other in the pocket of his trousers, blissfully unaware of just how much late night thinking had been done about him.

‘No jelly babies today?’ he remarked.

Oh, if only he knew.

‘Apparently not,’ I said, unable to meet his gaze full on. It was mental to think that the last time I had seen him awake, the two of us had been doing a certain something that resembled a horizontal dance. I had left his room whilst he was fast asleep, running before he could catch up to me.

Even though it had only been a little over a month since I had seen him last, it literally felt like a lifetime ago.

‘How are you doing?’ I stammered, swallowing. ‘Any film roles or anything lined up since your crap show is finished?’

Drew rolled his eyes. ‘Thanks for that kind comment. I’m headed to LA next week for an audition for this new film, actually.’

‘Oh, which one? Fifty Shades of Grey, is it? We all know you’re into that kinky shit,’ I snickered immaturely, clamping my hand over my mouth when I realised what I had just said.

‘What is this, National Insult Drew day? And if I remember correctly, I’m not the one who’s into the kinky side of certain exploits,’ Drew said, biting his lip to stop himself from bursting out laughing at my m0rose expression. ‘Out of interest, have you read it? I picked it up myself and thought it was a bit crap.’

I had no idea what to say to that. ‘Er, I may or may not have read the first one,’ I confessed a little guiltily. ‘But what were you doing read that?!’

Drew wrinkled his nose and waved his hand dismissively. ‘Oh, you know. Inspiration for the bedroom. I’m joking, Nova,’ he laughed when he saw my face. It was difficult to know when he was being serious or not. Then again, maybe he was an actor for a reason.

A little flutter of pleasure went through me when he said my name.

‘Anyway, how have you been? If you don’t mind me saying, I didn’t expect to see you here,’ Drew said, leaning in closer to me so that nobody could hear what he was saying to me. ‘You’re looking really… you look really nice, though.’

I shook my head, almost bumping into his with my own due to the unintentionally vigorous movement. ‘To be honest, I was considering not coming,’ I said honestly, his compliment to me barely registering in my head. ‘I didn’t expect to see you here, either, though.’ In fact, I was hoping I was never going to see you again, was my silent thought. ‘But er, yeah, I’ve been good.’