Chapter Eight-
"Aw, fuck," Raven suddenly exclaims. We turn to her. "My mum just texted me. She's held up at work and so I have to go pick up my little brother," she informs us, disappointment clear on her face.
"Ooh, that sucks," Emily sighs. Raven gets up to leave. "We'll tell you about it Monday, kay?" Raven waves goodbye and races out of the theatre, leaving an empty seat beside me.
Just as the movie is about to begin, a posh young man in a suit flanked by two enormous bodyguards enters the movie theatre. He gazes up at the rows of seats before he strides up the stairs. He glances around for a moment, as if looking for something. My heart stops when his eyes settle on me, and he heads up to the back row- our row. A ripple of hushed chatter ensues as the bodyguards follow him.
I glance at Dakota, whose eyes are as wide as saucers and mouth agape. I'm about to ask her if she's alright when he stops in front of me.
"Is this seat taken?" he asks. I shake my head. "Do you mind if I sit here?" I realize that he looks vaguely familiar, but I can't seem to place him.
"No, not at all," I reply coolly. Where have I seen him? He seems way too familiar to be a stranger. He gives me a small smile, before taking a seat. His two escorts casually stand at the end of the row, folding their arms and going still. The young man doesn't bother me again, and then the movie starts and I have no reason to think about him.
Just as the title sequence is playing, from two seats over, Dakota prods me violently. She beckons over to me. I glare at her, but the look in her eyes convinces me to lean over Emily so she can whisper in my ear.
"Jade. That's Taron fucking Egerton," she hisses.
"What?" I whisper. Egg see! she mouths. I shake my head at her, confused. Emily shoves me gently, and I recline back into my seat. Whatever she wants to say… well, it can wait, can't it?
I steal a glance at this Taron person, sitting beside me with his hands folded neatly in his lap. I feel a sudden sense of warmth and security as his arm brushes against mine. I frown at the feeling- he's a stranger, albeit an unfairly attractive stranger. I should feel uneasy and a little creeped out. Gah, whatever.
"Sorry," he mouths. I nod, thankful for the darkness of the theatre for covering my blush. Wait, why'd I blush? Stupid hot stranger. God, Jade, I scold myself. Focus on the MOVIE.
I turn my attention back to the screen, which is currently showing a view of snowy mountains and the Kingsman logo.
Ten minutes later, the man named James is dead, I wish I was as badass as Gazelle, and I fangirl about how awesome and fit looking Colin Firth is. Colin Firth = Life.
And then it happens.
The medal.
Eggsy.
Eggsy's medal.
Eggsy's medal is in my fucking pocket.
The memories spill over into my mind, like water flooding out of a too-full glass. Last night. Guns. Blood. Suits. Eggsy. I feel like throwing up. Emily and the others barely notice. They're all too engrossed in the movie. Which is great, but now I can't help but note the person beside me a lot more.
I turn to look at the young man sitting beside me. Taron Egerton. No. Eggsy Unwin.
He stares straight back, eyes narrowed.
And by the expression on his face, I know I have some serious shit to deal with.
Fuck.
Ahahaha. Poor Jade. She's in for some reaaal shit now. Oh well. It's fun making her suffer... don't tell her I said that.
Anyways. Hope you enjoyed that short little update, I'll be posting more soon, I promise. Thank you to my awesome beta, 123Books!
Next time- Eggsy's POV, and parkour. Lots of parkour.
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