Who the hell cares?!

Chapter Seven.

So Allie was gonan hang around our house, was she? Damn. How was I supposed to walk around the house with her lurking around every corner? What if Frankie catches onto something? Knowing Frankie, he probably will. He always does. I drove him and Allie back to our place, and every so often, I could look through the rear mirror to look at Allie, only to find out she was looking at me. Frankie just chattered mindlessly, like Frankie does.

Danny, on the other hand, was not pleased that we didn’t inform him about our visitor. “Who the fuck is this?” he said, when Allie walked through the door after Frankie. Frankie glared at him – a glare that could scare even Zeus himself. But not Danny.

“Don’t be so fuckin’ rude, y’ fucker,” Frankie snapped. “This is Allie, she’s me mate.”

Danny eyed Allie up and down, who looked like she wanted to run. I didn’t blame her – Danny is a scary bloke at the worst of times.”Alright. Considerin’ she’s yer mate, I’ll make an acception. But no funny business between y’two!”

Frankie’s face must have turned about thirty shades of red when Danny said that – I had to laugh at him. The irony was, if any funny business was to happen today, it would be between Allie and me, not Allie and Frankie. “C’mon,” Frankie muttered to Allie, as he pulled her away from the scenery. I watched them go, my arms crossed, standing next to Danny.

“She looks alright – but she looks like one of ‘em goody-goody’s,” Danny commented. He looked at me. “Don’t ye even think about it, Jimmy.”

“About what?” I asked, innocently. Danny rolled his eyes.

“’Bout fuckin’ her. She’s Frankie’s mate – he’ll kill y’ if y’ sleep with her,” Danny warned me. Yea, like I didn’t already know. I smirked.

“Danny. If I wanted to fuck her, believe me. Frankie would never know ‘bout it,” I replied. Danny rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen.

I couldn’t stay – I was meeting some mates up in the town. So I grabbed my jacket as soon as Danny left the hallway and wandered out onto the street, near the small, sorry excuse for a shop lodged. I recognised my friends from a mile off – and Ruthie was even there. Fuck, fuck, shit.

I sauntered up, cool as ice, to the group of people. Ruthie was being straddled by another man – thank God. That didn’t mean, however, that she didn’t notice me. She gave me a flirtacious wave, and her new man wasn’t too pleased with that. A guy with a hoodie stood at the window, and I approached him.

Bradley looked up at me from under his hood and smirked. “Hey sexy,” he greeted.

“Hey equally sexy,” I smirked. “So, what’s been happenin’ in me abscense.”

“Ruthie’s been tryin’ t’ make ye jealous. Says she wanted y’ t’ see her with that other prick,” Bradley informed me, pulling out a cigarette. He offered me one, which I took with a mumbled thanks. “So, she’s been tellin’ us y’ got yeself a bird?”

“Wha’? Oh, aye... uh... Allie,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. My predictions came true. Fucking bitch. I glared at Ruthie from where I stood. She smirked and turned to her new man, saying something to him. I rolled my eyes. “Yeh... I have got meself a bird, actually.”

“Allie, y’ say? Interestin’. Where’s she from?” Bradley asked, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

“Big houses.”

Bradley let out a low whistle, “Yer barkin’ with the chihuahua’s?”

“Aye. She’s good though. Y’know, with all the bedroom stuff,” I smirked, taking a drag of my own cigarette. “Nice n’ tight.” I groaned in slight ecstacy as I remembered last night. “I’d do her again now, if I could.”