Bad Bets (Bad News Series Book 3) *Under Major Edit*

Chapter 6

Before you start reading this chapter I just want to apologise that George and Isabella haven't really been in it a lot yet. It's because the main focus at the moment is Jay and Matt in Vegas but in a few more chapters it will become heavily George and Isabella again. 

This story is based more on the other relationships too and the girls in Vegas, not like Bad News and Secrets. Hope that's okaaaaaaay!! :)

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“Wake up dipshit.” Matt hit Jay as he walked into the room, startling him.

“What the fuck?” He breathed, stretching his arms out above him.

When he opened his eyes he noticed a certain Matthew Russle staring over at him with a warning look across his face.

When Jay looked back with a ‘what?’ expression across his own, Matt signalled with his head to the spot beside him where Steph was sprawled out sound asleep.

“We didn’t sleep together if that’s what you’re implying twat.” Jay defended. “We were doing work when we got back… must have fallen asleep.”

Lifting the laptop from his legs where it was still sat from last night, he ran his hand up Steph’s arm before lighting tapping the back of her head.

“Wake up bitch.”

With that her eyes shot open, instantly swearing at him for his not so gentle awakening.

“Asshole.”

Jay got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen area, making coffee that they were all going to need considering the events of last night.

“What are you doing here anyway Russle?”

“To remind you what an idiot you are and to point out how pissed Juliet is at me.” He explained, sitting on the sofa opposite to where Steph was, still half asleep.

“How am I an idiot and why is she?”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh that Jay seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he could do wrong.

“You’re an idiot because weren’t you supposed to meet up with Silver last night and get her talking.” He began. “And two reasons Gibson… one, she saw the photos of last night and two, our drunk phone calls. I doubt Nessa is going to be your biggest fan right now either.”

“Shit, shit shit.” Jay cursed, putting the mugs back down on the side and grabbing his phone. “Silver’s going to think I fucking stood her up, I won’t get shit out of her now.”

“She’s working tonight, just come to the show and see her, she’ll speak to you again I’m sure.” Steph said before holding out her hands in his direction.

Picking a mug full of coffee back up from the side, he passed it to her before slouching down on the sofa.

“Hope so or we’re screwed.”

“And you two really are shit boyfriends… or husband in your case Matt.” Steph laughed, swigging back the coffee before grabbing her jacket and heading for the door.

“I have to go, the girls need to rehearse. But are you guys coming tonight?” She asked.

“Yeah sure, we’ll be there.” Jay said and then Steph made her way over to Jay, kissing his cheek.

“Cool, bye Russle.” She smiled, squeezing his arm as she walked past.

“Yeah bye.” He signalled with his hand, waiting for her to close the door and then looking to Jay and laughing.