He pushed her aside. Again. Claudine was getting sick of it. She had stood in front of him, offering herself to him like she was some cheap tart.
But then when it came to Danny she was. She just needed to know she could have him, control him. Like she'd done with so many others.
She'd get bored with him eventually. She always did and then Lauren could have him.
Lauren. She was always in the way. Before she came along Danny was hers – well almost. Before she came along she had been the best singer. Before she came along Lola had idolised her, and only her.
But then she had stumbled in, clutching her books to her chest, bright eyed, full lipped and beautiful.
She was beautiful; she'd given up trying to deny it. Lost count of the amount of times she'd wanted to reach out and rap one of her loose red curls round her finger. Lost count of the amount of times she'd woken up, slick with sweat, not dreaming about Danny but instead his girlfriend.
But she didn't like to think about it too much. After all she was shallow.
It was just so much easier that way.