Mars? Yeah Right!

Chapter 13

13

Saturday came far too quickly for my liking. We'd all agreed to meet outside Giovanni's at half eight and, predictably, I was the first one there thanks to Dad having to go to a parent's evening for people going into fifth year.

Surprisingly, the good weather had held for the week, something that was nothing short of a miracle considering what the summers in this damn country are normally like, so I was perfectly warm and comfortable standing in the street while I waited.

I really didn't want to do this.

Despite what Eamonn apparently believed, I had absolutely no interst in him whatsoever. In fact, if I were to be totally honest, I would much rather die a sad, lonely, boyfriendless bag lady than go out with him. But I had promised Teresa, so here I was.

I refused on principal to get dressed up for the whole thing and just threw on a vintage David Bowie t-shirt that my mam wore when she was my age and a pair of black skinny jeans. At the last minute, I had put on my lucky purple converse, if only to make me feel a bit more secure.

"Well well well. Five minute's early. Looks like somebody's a lot more keen than she says she is."

Oh Sweet Jesus.

I sighed, but didn't turn around. "Or maybe, someone's father had a meeting and had to drop her off a bit early."

Eamonn sniggered. "Whatever you say."

I did turn to face him then, and was annoyed to see that he actually looked really good, dressed all in black, in jeans and a leather jacket. Why couldn't he just be hideous? It would make everything a hell of a lot simpler, that's for sure.

"Look," I said quietly, fighting the incredible urge to pound the living hell out of this guy. "Let's get one thing straight: I. Do not. Want. To be here. The only reason I am here is because my best friend begged me. So just keep out of my way and maybe you'll get through this without me once more decking you across the mouth like last time."

Instead of looking worried or insulted as I had hoped, Eamonn mearly smirked at me. "Oh trust me, I can guarentee that you'll be having plenty of contact with my mouth before this night is over."

Okay. WHAT?

Before I could vomit and/or attempt to kill the jerkwad in front of me, I heard a very familiar voice call my name behind me.

"Aine! AINE!"

I turned to see Teresa waving at me like a loon as she came down the street. To my disgust, Connor was already with her, the two of them so wrapped around each other they could hardly walk. When they reached me, I did my best to look as though I was vaguely happy to be there.

"Hey Terry. Hey Connor."

"Ohmigod, I'm so glad you came!" Teresa said happily. 

I smiled very half-heartedly at this and quickly changed the subject. "Can we go in now? Because I'm actually pretty hungry."

"Good idea," Connor said, without taking his eyes off Teresa. "You hungry Ter-Bear?"

TER-BEAR?

Okay, I seriously thought I was going to puke at that point. I turned away and pushed open the door of the resteraunt in an attempt to hide the disgust on my face. Interestingly enough, I saw as I passed him that Eamonn looked as nauseated as I felt. Weird.