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Violet
On Saturday night, Mac and Will arrive together, ten minutes before some of the lads are due to pick us up in the limo. No surprise that Caleb backed out. He’s as bad as Harry when it comes to socializing.
As soon as they’re through the door, Mac makes a big show of looking around the hall.
“Is she here, then?”
No need to ask who she’s talking about. “No. Violet had to work tonight.”
Mac gives Will a sideways smirk, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Wow. Youdidinvite her, then.”
“Got a problem with that?” I know she doesn’t.
“Hell, no. It’s about time you introduced us to your girlfriends.”
“Where’d you meet her? You’ve never mentioned her name.”
I shoot Will a mocking glance. “I don’t tell you the names of every girl I know.”
“Trust me, I don’t want to know. But you’ve never been out with a girl like Violet before. You didn’t talk football once.”
Mac makes a disgusted sound. “You don’t really talk football with all the girls you go out with, do you?”
“They love it,” Will says. “It’s like foreplay.”
“Nice,” Mac says, giving him a filthy look. What’s up with them, anyway? They used to be great mates, but for the last couple of years, it’s like they can’t stand each other. She levels her gaze at me. “I hope you’ve got a better bedroom technique than discussing the never-ending controversy of the offside rule.”
“Will’s a dick. It’s not the football they like, it’s the lifestyle.” At least, that’s been my experience. Except for Violet, and despite what my sister and my big-mouth of a brother might imagine, we’re not even dating.
I phoned her this morning, and we’re doing the picnic in the park on Wednesday, but does that make it a date?
At least it’s turned Wednesday into something I’m looking forward to now, instead of dreading because that’s the day United flies to Hong Kong for the preseason tour.
“Is it serious between you?” Mac says, clearly not satisfied by my explanations.
“I told you last night. We’re just mates.” My phone goes, and it’s a text from Jax telling me they’ve arrived.
“Yes, but you’remateswith Yolanda, and I’ve never seen you ogle her the way you did Violet last night.”
I forget about Jax. “I don’t ogle.” I can’t believe my sister even said that. “I’m not a fucking sleaze.”
“Hit a raw nerve there.” Will grins at Mac, who blinks at him as though she has no idea what he’s talking about.
“You coming, or what?” I march to the front door, not entirely sure why I’m so pissed off with Mac. We’re always joking with each other, but there’s nothing funny ifVioletthinks I was ogling her.
As we reach the lift, Will slaps me on the shoulder. “Take no notice of Mac. She’s winding you up. You weren’t ogling Violet last night. You just drooled a bit, that’s all.”
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Violet
Ever since Lucas rang yesterday morning to accept my picnic invitation, I’ve hardly been able to think of anything else. At least he didn’t think it was the stupidest thing ever. I already have ideas on what to fill the hamper with. Although, should I go with alcohol or soft drinks?
Please don’t let it rain.I peer out of my bedroom window at the cloudless sky, but that doesn’t mean anything. There’re still three days to go untilP-Day.
