Club 10
We're in town, at club 10, though I don't see any 10s around; this bunch have nothing on my guy. Not my guy.
We both agreed it couldn't go anywhere; he's a wolf, that is, one from a neighbouring town and rival football team.
And my dad, brother, male friends and their dogs support the Crimson Mashers , our own town's club.
By support, I don't just mean a passing interest; I'm talking season tickets, trips away, insulting chants about the other side…It can get nasty—like, fighting nasty.
It's be more than my life's worth to chase him. But what if he were to chase me..?
The only thing I'm interested in chasing right now is a cocktail or 2, so Ange and I scope out the bar; I can't be unhappy at happy hour.
We turn around, drinks in hand…and there he is. Across the dance floor.
What is he doing here?
With his fluffy hair all over the place, begging to be touched, even from this distance.
And those dimples and that cheeky smile, sent in my direction. He knows what he does to me. And I think I do the same to him. Two people, from different sides of the tracks, drawn together despite the differences…
It's like Romeo and Juliet…
He gives me a small wave, looking well pleased with himself…
If Romeo was twat.
"Ignore him," my inner self instructs.
"Ignore him." As does Angie.
So I try to do just that, while at the same time, showing him what he's missing-obvs.
I pull out every move in the book on the floor—the slut drop and everything, but everytime I sneak a peek, he seems to be flirting with some girl that's not me.
Is he trying to make me jealous? Is he really not interested anymore? Do I need the toilet? Yes!
At least I have an answer to one of those questions…
I tell Ange I won't be long; we'd normally go as a pair, but I don't wanna intrude on her favourite song.
I slip off to the ladies'
A slick of lip gloss in the mirror when I'm done and I'm out the door.
Right into his path.
He pulls me round a corner into a dark corridor, like he's checked the place for privacy, and pushes me up against the wall.
"Someone's playing little miss sassypants tonight, eh?" His face is right in front of mine.
"Hey, you're on my turf, remember?"But I can't help placing a hand at the top of his jeans.
"Well, I like to get out of my town. Explore." His eyes do their own travelling up and down my body. "You should try it sometime…but you wouln't wanna displease daddy." He emphasises the word 'daddy', bringing up other connotations of the word as one of his hands hits the wall next to my head.
I can't answer him.
"Well, if you ever fancy it, I could, you know, talk you through the offside rule…" I swear his lips touch mine for a second then, but there's no extra time.
Just like that, he's…away…
As he ambles down the corridor, he turns to me. "Ball's in your court, baby."
Fuck him! And his balls.