Summary: AU. Sian is a wealthy girl who, by mistake, is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sophie is involved with gang crime. Drugs, thieving, the lot. When she notices Sian out in the open, her gang sees it as a perfect opportunity to attack. But what does Sophie do, being that she's fallen for her in an instant? Siophie, Sophie/Sian. Sophie's POV.
The Gangster and the Mistress
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sunday soon came by extremely quickly. For the rest of the school week, Sian and I kept our heads down and did what we needed to do, ignoring the frequent comments that were being passed behind our backs whenever we walked past others. I tried my best not to play up in any lessons, although I wasn't promising anything.
During that time, I'd also managed to sneak out of the house every evening for at least ten to twenty minutes, as a result of needing to meet with the gang to 'inform' them on new things about Powers Industries. Half of the time, I made things up, but they seemed satisfied by the information I was giving them. Because of my cooperation to the 'plan' (whatever Ryan was intending on doing), Ryan had spared me an evening, saying I didn't need to go to them on Saturday. How...considerate of him...
Fair enough on his behalf, though. I'd been 'obeying' his 'orders' for once, after all. Anyway, I was going out with Sian. I didn't want to worry about them on my backs while with Sian at the same time, attempting to have a fun date together, even if it was watching Spongebob.
From how well everything had been going these past few days, including how there was no 'problems' with anyone (at school, with the gang, with Rosie, and most importantly, with Sian), I thought things would be looking up.
How wrong I was...since I'd forgotten one thing.
Chris. Chris fucking Hamilton.
"Soph, we ready to go?" Sian asked me, applying the last of her mascara delicately onto her eyelashes. We stood in my bedroom, getting dressed in casual wear.
"Don't ask me. You're the one sticking make-up on when we're only going to the local cinema." I chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her side into mine.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get ya knickers in a twist, Webster." She finished off putting on the mascara and slipped the brush back into the pot.
"Course' not, Powers. I'd never dream of it."
"What, twisting your knickers?" She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head and chuckling at my demeanour.
"Yeah, that an' all." I laughed, turning my snapback around so it was facing backwards.
"What's with the snapback thing? Attempting to look 'cool' again, as Rosie put it the other day?" She teased, "It looks pretty sexy, but I don't get the whole 'fashionista' idea about it."
"Well, I'm glad you think it looks sexy."
"That ain't the answer, hon."
"I s'pose this is, then!" From behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her stomach. She jumped in surprise, giggling, as I put my chin in the crook of her neck.
"Soph, c'mon! Stop messing around! The movie starts in half-an-hour! We've still gotta get there yet!" She grabbed my hand, walking me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
"Yeah, but we've technically got like fourty-five minutes, since the adverts last for fifteen." I figured, remembering when me and Rosie turned up extremely early to see Harry Potter a few years back. We were forced to wait twenty minutes before we were even allowed to go in, and another fifteen until the adverts finished.
Rosie, who was busy chatting on the phone to what I'd worked out was Jason from the flirtatious way she was talking, waved us a 'goodbye'. Sian waved back, while I decided to be a little cheeky and irritate my sister before we left.
"Oy, Rosie! Stop chatting up Jason!" I snickered.
"Sophie!" She covered the phone, saying through gritted teeth, "This is my boss!"
"What, the boss of McDonald's?" I teased.
"Yes! He might promote me!"
"So you're gonna flirt with him? I thought you were higher then that, Rosie. Flirting with your boss so he'll pay you more. Tut, tut, tut."
"Fuck off!"
"Soph, c'mon," Sian shook her head at me, only this time in annoyance, "Stop pissing her off. She does a lot for ya. Pays the bills, buys you food, basically keeps you alive. C'mon, let's go."
"Yes, your royal highness." I sighed. I knew Sian wasn't that angry with me, but she was slightly irritated by my attitude.
We walked out of the door and down Coronation Street, hand-on-hand as normal. To our luck, as soon as we arrived at the bus stop, the bus had arrived. The local cinema was only ten to fifteen minutes from where we were, so we could get on any bus and it would still take the same, if not similar, route.
Stepping on to the bus, we payed the fee and sat down on the back row. I allowed Sian to have the window seat, as she had said to me many times how she thoroughly enjoyed it. A slightly sad thing to enjoy, but nevertheless I never testified her.
All was going relatively well for us...until he fucking got on.
He, as in Chris!
Was he stalking me?! What did he want?! I'd told him so many times to keep away! What was his problem?!
Chris had a hood up, which covered most of his features, but I could recognize his tall and lanky stature from anywhere. He sat down at the front, his head turned back in my direction as the bus started up and began to move.
It was then when he took off his hood and gave me a death look. He then looked over at Sian, who was busy cuddled up into my side and telling me about something I wasn't really paying much attention to. Smirking at her innocence like a piece of meat, he mouthed to me:
'She's pretty fit.'
Mouthing back, I said, 'Fuck off.'
He turned around, sitting back in his seat. Sian continued her rambling, however I was more preoccupied with Chris stalking me. What if he'd say something to her about me?! Or...what if he came over and tried to hurt her?! I knew Chris often kept a weapon on him, typically a knife, as we had been close mates once upon a time, so I knew quite a few things about him.
"Soph, you listening?" Knocking me out of my worries in my thoughts, I looked over at Sian, who frowned in dissatisfaction, "You seem...zoned out."
"Nah, I was listening."
"What did I say then?"
"Um...er..." Shit. Because I'd been so preoccupied by focusing on Chris, I'd not bothered to listen to Sian.
"Ugh...I was talking about if we're gonna buy food there," She said impatiently, "Like sweets or popcorn? Or d'ya wanna leave it cos' it's expensive? I don't mind, but I thought it'd be nice if we got something."
"How's it expensive if you're like a millionaire?"
She rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Soph, you don't get it. My parents are the millionaires. They're the ones who got all that money. I'm just the kid who gets money off them. And...since I don't live with them anymore, I'm not getting their money, so I'm technically not a millionaire."
"Oh, now we're analysing it?" I laughed.
"You know I'm a perfectionist. Analysing to get my point across is one form of perfection," She shrugged. Was it? "Well, in my eyes anyway."
"Right...so..." I drifted off topic, settling my gaze back on Chris. At least one-hundred thoughts filled my mind all at once, all related to the panic and stress I was under. Would Chris ever leave me alone? Would he stop taunting me? Would the gang leave off about Powers Industries? Would they do anything? Would Chris do anything? What if...Sian found out? My heart pumped loudly within me as I swallowed a dry lump in my throat; fuck, I was a nervous wreck...
What if Sian found out? That particular thought was singled out...what if she became suspicious and realized it? What if Chris approached her and told her everything? Fuck...
She'd hate me. That's what. She'd hate me for blatantly lying to her face from the day we met. As she'd told me previously, she disliked it when people didn't tell her the truth. Oh, lucky me, then! Lucky me indeed!
"So what, Soph?" Sian interrupted my intense thinking time yet once more, "Babe, are you sure you're OK? You seem...off."
"I'm not off, Sian...I'm just...a bit tired."
"You know you've used that excuse too many times," She frowned, "Seriously. What's wrong?"
"Nothing...I am actually tired. I had like five hours of sleep last night." To add to the effect, I rubbed my eyes and attempted to speak and act slightly in a tired, lethargic way.
"Oh, alright. But ya better wake up soon," She kissed my cheek, teasing me, "I think we're almost there.
"Hmmm...OK." I nodded my head, still preoccupied on keeping a close eye on Chris then paying any real attention to the blond propped up beside me. I felt bad, for sure, but Chris was extremely untrustworthy. At one point I thought I could trust him with my entire life...
Clearly I'd made a dire mistake.
Another ten minutes passed by, with me trying my best to keep a conversation with Sian without Chris or anything else lingering on my mind. When the bus came to a halt outside of the cinema, Sian tappped me on the shoulder and told me that this was our stop. We got up from our seats and walked down and off the bus, where...
Chris followed on. He fucking got off at the same time! If anything else hadn't proved anything, then this did!
"Yay, we're here!" Sian exclaimed, grabbing my hand, "C'mon, babe!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Alright." I tried my best to stay as calm as possible. But how could I? How the fuck could I? Chris was stalking us. And he was after Sian, despite all the pleas and threatens I'd made against him to stop, where I'd retort in ways he would never be able to imagine.
We walked to and into the cinema, of where I sensed...someone following us, perhaps? Spinning around, I saw Chris edging closer and closer towards us, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Oh, fuck...fuck my life...
I couldn't begin to imagine what he was keeping in his pockets.
"We're definitely seeing Spongebob?" Sian asked me as we stood in the back of the queue, "Nowt else?"
"Nowt else," I confirmed, "I was only teasing ya about it. I don't mind watching it, as long as I'm able to get a good old sleep somewhere in between!"
"Soph!" She whacked the side of my arm gently, "You're not sleeping! This is supposed to be a date, remember? It ain't very romantic if you fall asleep, is it?"
"Spongebob ain't a romantic film."
"I thought you said you didn't mind watching it!"
"I don't! I was only saying how it ain't very romantic to watch!"
"Oh, so Fast and fucking Furious is, then?!"
"Yeah, course' it is!"
Anyone who overhead us would've thought we were arguing. We weren't, it was only our banter. We 'bickered' fairly often in this way, so we knew if the argument we were having was a genuine one or not.
"You're unbelievable, you know?" She chuckled.
"Yeah, I'm Sophie Webster. It's who I am." I wrapped my arm around her waist.
When we came to the beginning of the queue, we approached a bored-looking man sitting behind the desk, "Can I help you?" He said, unenthusiastically.
"Yeah..." Sian began, "Can we have two adult tickets to see the Spongebob one, please?"
"Sure..." He fumbled through a drawer underneath his desk, pulled out two tickets and placed them on the desk, "That will be fourteen pounds, please."
"I'll pay." I offered.
"No, Soph. Half each, OK? You paid for the restaurant last week, even though I offered to pay then, too." Sian countered. How could I say 'no' if she was offering to split it halfway again?
"Alright."
Sian took seven pounds out of her purse, as I did out of mine. We put it on the desk, where the man took the money and put it into his cashier. In return, we snapped up the tickets.
"Thank you, have a lovely evening." He sighed.
"Cheers, we will." Sian thanked. I'd never realised this before, but Sian was much better with people then I was. That's probably why I often let her do the talking instead of me.
"Babe, we getting food?" I asked once we walked away from the desk, "Even though it's 'apparently' expensive for ya? And you were the one that brought it up on the bus, after all."
"Eh, I did say I fancied it. OK, so popcorn then? What flavour?"
"Um...I dunno...like caramel or summat...oh, can we get M&M's as well?"
"Sure. It's our date, so we should get anything we like."
After queuing up once more to get our sweet treats, Sian and I gave our tickets to the man taking them in by the entrance to the screens. Once he took the tickets, tore the end off and informed us that the movie would be shown in 'Screen Twelve', we walked through the doors and down the hallway until we reached Screen Twelve.
"This is so exciting!" Sian exclaimed as we walked into the large, darkened room. The adverts were currently being played on the big screen, so everyone else was slightly preoccupied elsewhere, whether it would be on their phones or talking to their neighbour.
"Even though it is only Spongebob..." I smirked.
"Soph!" She laughed, "Oh, let's sit at the back!"
"Of the cinema?"
"No, of the fucking Apollo 11, what do you think?"
"Alright, Miss Sarcastic." I chuckled, smiling.
We walked down the aisle until we reached the end two seats, in which we sat down in. Thank God...Chris hadn't followed us in here. I'd be worrying about that for an hour and a half, focusing on that and not Sian, or the movie (which I wasn't concerned about either way, in all honesty).
Soon enough, the movie began, with the adverts finishing. Sian squealed with delight, while I could only sit and nod, attempting not to fall asleep or go off doing anything else. We consumed most of the snacks in fifteen minutes or so, with me eating almost all of the M&M's and Sian eating the popcorn.
During the movie, I wasn't paying much attention to it, and rather to my beautiful girlfriend sitting beside me. The expression of concentration on her face was purely adorable, as was she! Her eyebrows rose slightly, crinkling her forehead.
OK, so maybe it looked more like eye-fucking her then admiring her cuteness. I admit it. In my mind, I was mentally undressing her, imagining her moaning my-
No, Sophie! You twat! Sian had a fear of sex! I needed to respect that! I couldn't jump into intense, needy sex until she was fully comfortable with doing it! And that could take months to achieve! Even years if we were totally unsuccessful. As horny as I was for her, I couldn't be selfish and put her through it all just to please myself.
Still...sex with Sian...
No, Sophie! No!
Much to my surprise, I felt Sian grab my hand and took it into hers, gently stroking my skin, sending chills down my spine. I kissed Sian's cheek, in which earnt a small giggle out of her. That cute, adorable giggle she let out.
With my free hand, I leant in closer towards her and cupped her cheek, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She gazed into my eyes, as did I, both of us completely lost in a romantic trance. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against mine teasingly. I pushed my lips onto hers, and that was when we'd created the most fucking amazing moment ever.
"I love you..." She whispered against me, "No-one else. You're my everything..."
"You, too, baby...I love you...so much," I broke the kiss and hovered my mouth just millimetres away from her ear, "And I'm never, ever gonna screw that up."
"Pinky-promise?" She held up her smallest finger. 'Pinky-promising had become one of our signature 'handshakes' that we'd frequently done with each other.
"Pinky-promise." I confirmed, interlocking my pinky with hers.
Everything was perfect, just how Sian would like it. Perfect...if only our lives could stay like that, right? It wasn't physically possible, was it?
TO BE CONTINUED