What Happens with Vegas...
“Haydn!” I hissed, “Is that
Daisy Oldham?”
Haydn squinted in the fading
light, “Yeah.” He grunted, “So what?”
“So, she’s supposed to be going
out with Vegas.” I said indignantly, “So what’s she doing with her tongue stuck
down my cousin’s throat?”
Haydn snorted, “God only knows,” he
said bitchily, “He should have his tongue stuck down my throat.”
For the record – Haydn and I
are best friends – nothing more – but he hasn’t come out at school – there’s a
lot of backward thinking people around and he’s said he’s waiting until he gets
to uni to come out – can’t say I blame him, really. We’re kind of each other’s
cover. I’m happy to call myself his girlfriend and he’s happy to make me look
as though I have a boyfriend. It works for us…
I chuckled, “He doesn’t look
your type.” I said gently, “Otherwise he’d be over here.”
Haydn nodded, “True.” He said,
“Are you going to tell Vegas that you’ve seen her?”
I sighed and shook my head.
Vegas and I got on really well in our shared class for Food Tech but I couldn’t
imagine telling him his girlfriend was cheating on him over a victoria sponge…
“How would I tell him?”
Haydn smiled at me
sympathetically, “I don’t know.” He admitted, “I can see your problem.”
Lydia Frazer, What Happens with Vegas...coming soon...
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