Page 59 of Falling for Nicole
“Still reliving the weekend, dude. You should have come. Those Essex girls, man,” he says, making a gesture about the size of their tits that on a normal day I’d probably appreciate. But not today. Today, I want to hurt something, or someone.
“Which one of you two is fucking Georgia?”
Liam immediately puts his hands up in defeat. “Wouldn’t touch her with someone else’s, you know that.”
I turn my stare on BJ. “What? I thought you were done with her now you’re banging red.”
“I am done with her,” I seethe, “but when she puts herself into the middle of my relationship with Nicole—”
“Ohhh…relationship,” BJ sings, and I launch myself at him. He’s too buzzed to see it coming, and I have him up against the wall of the shop before he knows what’s going on. “What the fuck?” His eyes are wide with surprise.
“Get rid of her.”
“You said she was fair play.”
“She was, until she started making out she was at the house fuckingme.”
BJ’s mouth drops open, and I can almost hear him thinking. “That’s why she was so up for it,” he mutters to himself.
It’s no secret that BJ has followed Georgia around for years like a lost puppy. She’s let him have a few tastes, but she never allowed him everything—until last week, apparently.
“That fucking bitch.”
I let go and take a step back from him now he seems to understand my issue. Hopefully now he’s experienced her true colours, he’ll leave her the fuck alone.
“Shit, man. I’m so sorry. Is everything okay with Nicole?” He suddenly sounds sober. I guess being threatened by your best friend helps to clear the haze.
“Does it look like everything is fucking okay with Nicole?” Liam asks, speaking up.
“I’ll talk to her, tell her the truth. Is she next door?”
“Don’t go anywhere near her. You’ve already done enough damage.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll tell her Georgia was with me.”
“She’ll just think I’ve sent you to make me look innocent. She’s not having any of it.”
“What if I’ve got evidence?” Both Liam and I look up at him. “I’ve got photographic evidence,” he announces as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “Wanna see?’
“No,” we both answer at the same time. When I promised Nicole I wouldn’t see Georgia again, I meant it; that goes for indecent photographs as well.
“So what are you going to do?” Liam asks, looking concerned. He seems to have a better understanding of what’s between me and Nicole, unlike BJ, whose only concern is whose pussy he can fill next.
“Fuck knows, mate. Fuck knows.”
The second she walks in front of the shop windows, I feel like I’ve been slapped around the face. She may only be wearing her Dec’s t-shirt and a denim skirt, but fuck me, she’s beautiful. I completely zone out from whatever BJ and Liam are talking about as memories of what that body feels like beneath my hands run through my head. My thoughts don’t stop my anger, though.
“I’m out of here,” I announce, grabbing a board on my way out.
“It’s pissing it down,” Liam calls from behind me, but I don’t give a fuck. I need to get out of my own fucking head, and surfing is a sure fire way to make that happen, even if it is in the rain.
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It doesn’t help. For the first time ever, I don’t find my solace riding waves. I’m just as frustrated when I return the board hours later and find BJ and Liam exactly where I left them, manning the fort.
“Everything okay?” I ask, but in reality I don’t give a flying fuck. The weather’s shit, and there’s hardly anyone about. I may as well just shut up shop and send them home.
“Yeah. It’s pretty busy next door. You might need to go help.”
