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

Chapter 7

“Woah, watch it twat!” George spat, shoving a blonde haired man out the way as he drunkenly stumbled back into Isabella.

“George.” Isabella mumbled, placing her hand on his chest to get him to calm down. “Stop.”

They had stuck to their plan and decided to come out for the night, to let loose and enjoy themselves but so far it hadn’t gone well. Even though George was no longer part of the gang he was still held many of their traits. He could barely walk past a guy without getting furious at them for just looking Isabella’s way and when he had alcohol in his system his short fuse was even worse.

“Dude, it was an accident. Chill.” The man said, holding his arms up in the air.

Ignoring him George laced his hand around Isabella’s waist and guided them to another part of the bar.

“Two water’s.” He demanded to the barmen, signalling the number with his fingers in case he couldn’t hear.

“No, you don’t have to do that George.” Isabella quickly said, placing a hand on his arm. “Get yourself a drink, I’m fine with drinking water alone.”

Running his thumb across her bottom lip, he leaned in replacing his lips with it instead.

“Babe, I think I’ve had one too many. Don’t you?”

Laughing she nodded but turned to the guy who was still impatiently waiting and ordered a water and a beer, handing over the money. Once they had been passed their drinks, Isabella forced George into downing his before pointing to the dance floor.

“Go on, show me what you can do.” She grinned, watching as all the colour drained from his face.

“No, no way baby.” He slurred, leaning up against her.

“Yup.” She nodded, snaking her way around him until she was stood behind. Placing her hands on his back she began guiding him in the direction of all the other sweaty bodies sweeping across the floor.

“I can’t dance.” He defended.

“Exactly and you still owe me from the many nights you turned me down on the offer.” She challenged, referring back to when they had been out in the past.

One came to mind in particular, the first night she had experienced the unfortunate event of meeting Jessica Montague.

FLASHBACK.

George's POV

We all walked through the double doors of the club, my eyes suddenly blurred by the smoky atmosphere. I wound my hand tighter around Isabella's waist, pulling her into me, my temper was being pushed to its limits by every guy I met eyes with. If it wasn't for not wanting to upset her I would have charged over and knocked each and every one of them out so they no longer had the sight to look. I thought coming out and having a night to just relax and have fun would be a good thing, but realising that I would be spending it keeping watch on every idiot in here lead it to seem no longer as appealing.

"George" Isabella shouted over the roaring music, placing a small hand as much around my arm as she could manage. Quickly focusing my attention down and straight into her warm eyes, my whole body instantly calmed.

"Hm?"

"Are you alright? You seem tense"

Taking hold of her hips I lifted her up on one of the stalls, leaning my arms either side of her on the bar. "I'm fine babe"