I shook my
head, “Uh, no...”
Harry took
my arm firmly and nodded, “Oh, yes you are,” he said, “You’re the only one out
of the four of us with an eye for what looks good.”
I rolled my
eyes, “Yeah, right.” I scoffed.
He looked at
me, his face serious, “Aw, c’mon Angel – you must realise that you’re like a
male model.”
I look at
him incredulously, “Get. Lost.” I said, “My nose is fat and my lips are too
big, I’ve got eyes like an anime character and my hair is completely tragic if
I don’t straighten it – which makes it as dry as hell....” I could have gone on
but he’d started to laugh at me.
“You’re such
a diva.” He chortled, “You know damned well girls drool all over you –
and half the lads too.”
I blinked. I
really didn’t know that. I was kind of in a bubble with Kayleigh all of the
time. If I wasn’t with her – I was with Harry and the guys.... I honestly had
no idea so many people found me attractive. “They do not...”
He shook his
head, “Oh, Angel,” he said, “You really have absolutely no idea, do you?”
I shrugged,
“Guess not.” I murmured.
We met
Justin and Brad at the tram stop and all piled on. I was sat opposite Brad and
Harry was opposite Justin.
Justin
looked across at me, “Hey, Angel,” he said, “What sort of sunscreen should we
take?”
I frowned as
I looked at his skin tone. He was pretty pale, “I think you need at least
twenty-five.”
His face
fell, “Shit, man.’ He said, “I’ll never get a tan.”
I rolled my
eyes, “How much of a tan do you think you can achieve in four days?”
He scowled,
“It’s alright for you with your perfect skin.”
My jaw
dropped, “Perfect?” I squawked, “Get real – I get spots just like you do.”
“And that’s
something else you can help me with,” he said seriously, “– what should I use
on my face.”
I was about
to tell him that he could sort his own spot program out, but then I looked at
him. He was genuinely asking, and his face had gone a bit red, “We’ll have a
look when we get there.” I said.
He grinned,
“Thanks mate.” He said, “Brad gets all the girls and I get all the mingers –
I’m sure it’s because he’s more confident – and doesn’t have spots...”
I sighed,
“they’re not mingers – don’t be cruel.”
He rolled
his eyes, “You’ve got no idea.” He muttered.
No, maybe I
didn’t...
We all piled
back off the tram in the centre of town and headed straight for Starbucks on my
request. I really couldn’t face hours of
traipsing around town without a latte first.
Harry and
Brad were deep in conversation about some girl that Brad was interested in. “I’ll
leave it till after we come back from Magaluf – or she’ll get all peak about me
banging chicks while I’m there.”
Seriously?
How old were we? He sounded like he was still in high school. And banging
chicks? Jesus. I sincerely hoped I’d never said anything so damned crass. I
racked my brains but I really didn’t think so.
Harry was
regarding me with amusement, “No,” he said, “You’ve never said anything like
that – and neither have I.”
I grinned.
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