Oh my God! I think that's the longest I've EVER gone without updating! What's happening to me:D I hope you enjoy it, I would LOVE for you to review it and I can promise more very, very soon. Although the next chapter is a wee bit dark so make the most of what fluff there is in this one...xx
"It's 5 to 8, she should be here by now," Pete muttered, looking at Dave's watch and then glancing at the door to see if Allie had suddenly appeared. They'd arranged to go and see a film tonight, but she wanted to come here and have a few drinks first, which was fine with Pete…it wasn't every day you met a bird who was everything you wanted and got on with your mates. But that didn't make him any happier as he thought of her walking down that road on her own…
"She'll be alright," Dave reassured him. "She's just being a typical bird and showing up late…treat 'em mean and all that shite," he laughed, taking a sip of cold beer.
Shaking his head, Pete tapped his fingers on the table and turned to Dave.
"I'm just going to go give her a call and…"
A loud wolf whistle interrupted him and he didn't need to turn around to see that Allie had just come in.
"Alright, stranger?" Terry winked at her as she strode up to the bar, throwing her Fendi purse onto the old wooden surface.
"I'm good thanks," she smiled broadly at him. "Yourself?"
"All the better for seeing you…" he grinned when she rolled her eyes.
"Blah, blah, blah," she laughed.
"Fair enough," he chuckled, throwing a t-towel over his shoulder. "What can I get you? Bearing in mind I don't have half the ingredients to make up one of those poncy shitty things you usually drink."
"Ugh, I suppose this is what I get for slumming it," she huffed, smiling when Terry roared with laughter. "I'll settle for a large white wine," she pulled out her purse, but Terry shook his head,
"Don't you dare," he told her. "This is on me."
"Terry, are you sure?" she asked hesitantly.
"Fucking hell are you joking?" he exclaimed. "Half my new punters are down to you."
"My friends have been coming in here?" Allie asked in disbelief.
"No, but most of the blokes in here tonight are here to try and chat you up," he grinned when she blushed. "Don't worry though, something tells me that with once they see you with Dunham, they'll back off. And even if they don't, I'll make sure they leave you alone." He told her seriously.
Shaking her head, Allie accepted the drink gratefully and snuck a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Thanks," she smiled, picking up her purse.
"Oi, Oi," he grinned. "Remind me to give you free drinks more often."
Shaking her head, she waved at him before walking over to where Pete was stood grinning at her. Reaching him, she put her wine and purse down on the table, raising an eyebrow at him when he looked her up and down. Grinning, Pete took in her skinny jeans and high-heeled boots, teamed with her embroided peach coloured tunic-top and long gold necklace that he guessed probably cost more than the entire contents of Terry's till.
"You're late." He told her sternly, and then smiled, reaching out and pulling her to him by her waist. "It was worth it,"
"Hmmm," she smiled wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her.
"Fucking hell you two," Bovver piped up from where he was taking his shot on the pool table. "Get a room,"
The rest of the boys laughed, as Allie pulled away from Pete blushing slightly as she ran a hand through her hair.
"Piss of Bov," He shot back, taking a sip of Allie's wine and grimacing at the taste. "Christ, that tastes like shit," he coughed, shaking his head when Allie merely laughed at him, half heartedly patting him on the back.
"You on my team, gorgeous?" Dave asked her with a wink.
"Always," she smiled back at him, raising her glass of wine and taking a long sip.
"Right," he told her, pushing Pete out of the way and slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Well, in that case, here's what we're going to do tonight," he whispered in her ear. "See that ugly bastard standing next to Keith?"
"Yeah," she replied, trying not to laugh as she took another sip of wine.
"Well, he's Keith's workmate, and he's as fucking stupid as he looks, so you pull that Golden Girl stuff on him like you did on us the first night we met and I guarantee you he'll fall for it like a fat kid down the stairs,"
Unable to hold it in any longer, Allie spat her wine out and laughed so hard that she had tears in her eyes.
"What's so funny?" Bovver asked, nodding his head at Allie.
"I was just telling her how you got the nickname 'Little Bovver,'" he answered, grinning when Bov flipped him off. Turning to Allie was still laughing; he winked and grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the table.
"Alright boys," he clapped his hands. "We have a lady in our presence so please reserve your use of foul language to shit, fuck and piss only,"
"You forgot wanker," Allie reminded him sternly.
"Why wanker?" Dave asked in amusement.
"Oh that's my nickname for Bov," she grinned at the man in question when he ruffled her hair and tried to suppress his own grin. Since Pete's birthday last month, they'd grown a lot closer; Bovver had spend most of the day leading up to it when they had been decorating the roof top of Pete's building telling her all the stories from their childhood and God help him, he was actually starting to like the girl.
"Aw, sweetie," Keith's friend cooed at her staring at her chest in a sickeningly unsubtle fashion. "Don't tell me a pretty thing like you is playing with the likes of us?"
"Yeah actually I am," she replied sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him. Looking over his shoulder she saw Dave grinning widely at her and mouthing "Showtime!" and making the wanker sign with his hand.
"It's kinds of embarrassing though," she whispered. "Because I don't really know how to play…I mean, am I supposed to get the black ball in first go?"
The guy's eyes widened and he grinned at her once more before taking another £20 note out of his jeans and putting it on the growing pile of money.
"I'm in for £40." He called, handing Allie a cue and smiling at her. "Just give it your best shot."
"She's an amazing girl, Dunham," Terry commented, sliding a bottle of beer in front of Pete. "Which begs the question: what the hell is she doing with you?"
Chuckling, Pete shook his head and took a long sip of the icy cold liquid, glancing at Allie out of the corner of his eye as she jumped on Dave's back when she got her victory shot, dancing around the table.
"Fuck if I know," Pete told him honestly. "Must be my charm and good looks,"
"Fuck off," Terry snorted, playfully slapping his face. Terry had been Steve's best mate growing up and so had ended up playing a pretty big part in Pete's life; their relationship was more one of brothers than mates and at times like this, Pete was more grateful for that than he would ever let Terry know.
"Why, you jealous?" Pete joked.
"Mate, if I'd had a girl like that when I was 22," he shook his head and then laughed. "Fuck, if I had a girl like that now, I'd be one happy bastard."
"I know," Pete answered, glancing at her as she gave Bov a sip of her wine, laughing when he choked on it and spat it out.
"Just don't go fucking it up," Terry told him jokingly, but Pete knew that in a way, he meant it seriously. Turning his attention back to the bar, Terry left Pete alone to stare at Allie with a stupid smile on his face knowing with her here, there was nothing that could put him in a bad mood tonight.
"Hey stranger,"
Fuck, he thought shutting his eyes with a small sigh. Why did he have to speak too soon?
"Alright?" he asked, pasting a friendly smile on his face as he turned to meet the squinty brown eyes of Georgie Clarke, Ike's brother Paul's ex-girlfriend who had had a crush on him since the moment they had met. To say that she had dedicated most of her time over the last few years into getting Pete into her bed would be an understatement.
"Don't tell me you're here on your own?" she asked, leaning on the bar so that her arm was brushing his. Pulling away quickly, Pete let out a deep breath as he fought to keep hold of his patience. That was the thing with Georgie; she got very old, very quickly.
"Nah, I'm here with the boys," he told her, grinning when he saw his opening. "And I'm here with…"
"Guess whose amazing acting and pool skills are getting in the next round?" Allie asked, throwing her arms around his neck from behind and placing a big kiss on his cheek.
Her timing was perfect, Pete smiled, he knew there was a reason he loved this girl.
Suddenly, noticing the girl looking at her with daggers in her eyes, Allie became aware that she had interrupted something; straightening up, she took in the girls' wardrobe of a lyrca white shirt and black shorts with a diamante belt that said 'princess'. Shuddering slightly, Allie gave herself a mental shake and plastered a smile on her face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to butt in," she laughed nervously, running a hand through her hair. "I'm Allie," she stuck out her hand for the girl to shake. "Pete's girlfriend."
Georgie's face fell and Allie winced, feeling Pete's back shaking slightly from laughter; subtly hitting him, he coughed and held her hand behind his back.
"Yeah, sorry I was just going to introduce you two," he scratched his head. "Allie, this is Georgie, Ike's brother's ex-girlfriend."
"Nice to meet you," Allie smiled at her. "I've uh, heard a lot about you."
She girl shook Allie's hand quickly before throwing it away disgustedly eyeing her up and down, causing Allie to pull at her hipster jeans self-consciously.
"Oh yeah," Georgie seemed to shake herself out of her reverie and smiled evilly. "I think at some point, this lot mentioned you, too," she slowly looked her up and down. "I could have sworn they said you were skinny and pretty," she laughed breezily. "But that's boys for you, always getting things mixed up."
With that, she turned and walked away, or strutted away Allie noticed. Turning to face her, Pete looked at her gobsmacked face that quickly transformed into a full out grin.
"Oh my God," Allie gushed, sitting down on the stool next to him. "She's the psycho who's in love with you? Her?"
"That's her," Pete laughed, taking another now much needed sip of beer. "Ain't she a peach?"
"She actually hates me," Allie laughed, leaning on her elbows. "I mean did you see the way she looked at me? Like I was the shit she cleaned out from in between her toes," she grinned at him and leant close to his face. "But that's nothing compared to the way she was looking at you,"
Pete playfully shoved her away, but she draped herself around his neck dramatically.
"Oh no, Petey boy I think you're in there," she told him. "Fancy trading me in?"
Grabbing her and pulling her so that she was standing between his legs, Pete wrapped his hands around her waist, trailing one up to brush some hair off of her face.
"Not in a million fucking years," he told her seriously.
"Yeah?" she asked, grinning at him and letting her hands drift down so that they were resting on his chest. "Are you sure about that? What if I start wearing skin tight Lycra and drinking Bacardi breezers and calling everyone babe?"
Pete shook his head and laughed as she put on her best London accent.
"Tell me you're not actually threatened by her?" he asked, following her gaze to where Georgie was standing, grimacing when she bent down at her acid pink thong peered out from her shorts.
Shaking her head, Allie smiled softly at him and stole his bottle of beer, taking a long sip.
"So you seriously never thought about going there?" she asked him, leaning back against the bar and laughing at the face he pulled.
"You're joking, right?" he asked as she gave him back his beer. "Fuck no,"
Raising her eyebrows, Allie glanced at the girl and frowned; it wasn't that she wasn't pretty, loose some of the hair spray, candy coloured make-up and illegal amount of bronzer and she would actually look quite nice.
"You're a picky bastard," she told him with a laugh. "Most blokes would have gone for it,"
"Most blokes already have," Pete muttered, taking another sip of beer. "Why the interest? Are you trying to set me up with her or something?"
"Something tells me she wouldn't say no," Allie laughed, wriggling her eyebrows.
"Yeah, well I don't want her," he pulled her to him once more. "I don't want anyone else, except you."
Allie smiled at him, sighing when he brushed his thumb across the skin at the back of her neck; she loved it when he did that. That was the thing with Pete, he wasn't the roses and chocolates type of guy and that suited her fine, because roses and chocolates got boring very quickly, it was the little things that he did for her, all the tiny little things that he knew about her, things that she swore she had never even told him that meant so much to her.
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she giggled and watched as he intertwined their fingers on his chest. She wanted so badly to tell him that she loved him; because she did, she loved him so much that it made her feel weak sometimes. Whenever he was in the room, whenever he called her, when he kissed her or held her like he was now, it made her heart skip a beat, and it made her breath catch. It made her feel safe and loved; it was a feeling that she never, ever wanted to loose.
But she couldn't tell him she loved him, not yet anyway; and certainly not in the Abbey with his friends less that 10 feet away.
"Oi, get off my star player!" Dave laughed, grabbing Allie's hand and twirling her around. "This pretty little thing has made me £25 richer tonight,"
"Says the bloke that probably earns more than the rest of us put together," Keith muttered.
"Piss off," Dave declared, still grinning as he slung his arm around Allie's shoulders. "Point is, we need shots and we need them now."
"Sambuca?" Pete asked.
"Nah, mate, Tequila all the way," Dave said handing everyone a packet of salt and a wedge of lemon.
"You don't have to, you know," Pete whispered to Allie as she stared in horror and the double shot that Terry placed in front of her.
Glancing up at him with a raised eyebrow, she grinned. "Why? You afraid of getting drunk under the table by a little girl?"
Laughing at her, Pete clinked her glass with his.
"Bring it on, sweetheart,"
Just as Allie had downed the shot, her phone rang. Rolling her eyes as Dave and Ike broke into the chorus of Like A Virgin, she flipped open the phone.
"You better be somewhere where there's available alcohol." Lara practically shouted down the phone.
"Uh, yeah I'm at the Bridget Abbey pub with Pete and his mates," Allie answered, putting a finger in her other ear so that she could hear her.
"Thought so," Lara told her with a laugh. "It's a shit whole, but for tonight it will do. I'm outside now, see you in a sec."
Staring at the phone, Allie turned to Pete with a laugh.
"That was Lara," she told him. "She's, uh, she's outside,"
Laughing, Pete shook his head and handed her another drink.
"Lara your fashion mate?" Dave asked suddenly looking interested. "Is she as fit as you?"
"You can decide for yourself in about 3 seconds," Allie replied, rolling her eyes.
Just as Dave was about to reply, she heard the door swing open and a round of wolf whistles. Lara. Looking at her friend, dressed head to toe in Chanel, Allie suddenly remembered that she had had to stand in for Nikki's creative assistant today. Translation: she had to be someone's bitch all day. Hence the all couture wardrobe and already developing bags under her eyes.
Walking up to Allie, she threw her arms around her neck and smiled flirtily at Terry.
"We need beer and we need it now," she nodded, planting a kiss on Allie's cheek and waving at the boys that were staring at them. "Hey, boys!" she called.
"Easy there, Candy," Allie laughed, tugging her hand. "Lara meet the boys, this is Ike, Dave, Swill, Bovver, and Keith. Oh and this is Terry,"
They all waved at her, gawking at the redhead.
"Uh-oh, Harding, you're not the hot new girl in school anymore," she commented with a laugh.
"I know," she smiled sadly. "But what chance does the nice wholesome girl next door have against the slutty rich girl?"
Winking at her, Lara leaned against the bar. "You know me so well,"
Shrugging, Allie leant against Pete who grinned at Lara.
"Hey cutie, I missed you there," she grinned back, taking her bottle of beer and taking a long sip.
"You ok?" Pete asked her amused as she looked around the pub and waved at a group of blokes who were openly staring at her.
"I've got beer in my hands," she told him with a wink. "I'm fine."
Turning to Allie, she glanced at the pool table.
"So, are we taking these boys to school or what?"
"You fucking fixed it!" Bovver shouted as Lara potted the last ball and winning the game for her and Allie.
"No, I didn't," Lara laughed. "Now go and buy me a drink."
Gesturing to Terry to bring over another round, Bovver rolled his eyes at Pete who was staring at the table covering his face with his hands as the rest of the boys shook their heads in disgust.
"Where the fuck do they teach you girls to play like this?" Swill asked. "Something tells me it ain't on the fucking curriculum at finishing school."
"Yeah, well there's no beating Team Winchester," Lara giggled. They had been drinking pretty solidly for the past two hours and whilst the boys were still ok, Lara and Allie were more slightly more…giggly.
"You two went to Winchester College?" Dave scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at Pete who shook his head. It was the most expensive girls school in the country.
"Just about," Lara giggled. "We had a few near expulsions in our time,"
"What'd you do?" Pete asked with a laugh. "Take a book back late?"
"Hey," Allie pointed at him. "You're girlfriend was a badass ok?"
Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Pete grinned at her as she stuck out her tongue, making a sound of disgust when she realised it was blue from all the after shock that they had been drinking.
"So, you're what team were you on exactly?" Swill asked raising an eyebrow. "Swim team?"
"We were cheerleaders," Lara laughed at the look of horror on Allie's face. All of the boys started laughing, and Allie put her head in her hands, hiding her blush. "Alyssa Scarlet Harding!" Lara smacked her shoulder. "Be proud, Damnit! We were the best cheerleaders that college ever had!"
Everyone laughed louder and Allie wiped tears out of her eyes, noticing Pete was doing the same. Lara was one of those people who you were guaranteed to have a laugh with if she was around.
"Ok, I'm going to go and cry in the bathroom" Allie commented, jerking her head towards the doors.
"Come on then," Lara told her, holding out her hand. "I'm on best friend duty, so I'll go with you." Reaching out, she slapped Allie's backside, which got a chorus of various exclamations from the boys. "Come on, Harding, vamoose!"
Rolling her eyes at Pete who pulled her in for a quick kiss before whispering, "Tell me you still have your cheerleader outfit," in her ear which made her roar with laughter as Lara pulled her over to the bathroom door.
"What are you laughing at?" Lara asked her, pushing through the beaten wooden door and into the ladies.
"Nothing," Allie answered, shaking her head lightly, quickly looking under the stalls to see if they were occupied. "Just Pete,"
"Why? Did he finally confess his undying love for…me?" Lara raised her eyebrows and pretended to file her nails.
"Fuck off!" Allie laughed from over the stall door.
"Speaking of," Lara grinned. "Have you?"
"Lara!" She shrieked.
"What?" she asked, all innocence. "I'm the best friend, I have the right to know these things."
"You're a nosy bitch, there's a difference!" Allie held her hand out for Lara to pass her some tissue.
"You have haven't you?" Lara shouted, jumping.
Suddenly, the door opened and Allie glared at her playfully.
"No, if you must know," she said, rinsing her hands. "Not yet."
"It's been over a month," Lara frowned. "And nothing?"
"I didn't say that nothing had happened," Allie blushed slightly and caught Lara's look in the mirror.
"I know that," Lara rolled her eyes. "Contrary to what you think, I not naive enough to assume that those noises coming from your room the other night when Pete came to see you were because you were really, really, really enjoying the film you were watching,"
"You're such a bitch!" Allie laughed and then shook her head. "It just…it hasn't felt like the right time yet,"
"So while you're waiting for the right time, is he up for grabs?" Lara joked.
"Actually, I think Dave likes you." Allie grinned.
"Yeah?" Lara replied, eyes twinkling.
"Yeah," Allie told her. "But you're only allowed to date him; none of this one drink and then shag bollocks, you hear me?"
Holding up her hands, Lara smiled innocently. "Little old me?"
Laughing, Allie shook her head and threw her hand towel at Lara who just managed to dodge it.
They were still laughing a second later when the door swung open and Georgie and three of her friend walked in, making the minute bathroom seem even smaller.
One of them nudged Lara's shoulder and sent her flying into Allie.
"Shit," Allie hissed when her spine dug into the edge of the sink. Frowning, Lara met her eyes.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Yeah," Allie said eyeing one the girls who was glaring at her in the mirror. "I'm fine. Let's just go back outside,"
Nodding, Lara went to lead the way when Georgie spoke.
"Can't be that serious then," she said, pouting at her own reflection in the mirror.
"I'm sorry?" Allie asked her with a frown. The girl had looked at her like she was scum only a few hours ago and now she wanted a chat?
"You and Pete," Georgie sighed, looking at her as though she were stupid. "I heard you and red here saying that you haven't even shagged him yet," she laughed. "Lost interest already, has he?"
Shutting the door again, Allie turned to her with a grin on her face and leant against the door with her arms folded.
"And what exactly would you know about my boyfriend?" she asked, stressing the word boyfriend. "Because last time I checked, he was talking to you with an expression on his face that said he'd rather be pushing bamboo sticks under his eyelids."
"You don't know me," Georgie spat at her.
"And you think you know me?" Allie shot back.
"Of course I do." Georgie gave her an evil grin and moved a little bit closer. "You're a walking Barbie Doll; all pretty glitter accessories and handbags. Everyone thinks you've got it all, but really, you're just a pathetic little 'it' girl."
She looked Allie straight in the eye and Allie could smell the tobacco on her breath mixed with the cheap staleness of her perfume.
"You're a phase that Pete's going through, just a posh bit of pink that he can brag about having had to his mates once he's done with you," Georgie flicked a piece of Allie's hair off of her shoulder. "And you actually think that you matter? Honey to everyone out there, you're a joke." She smirked at Lara. "Both of you."
"Fuck you," Lara spat, charging at her, but Allie held her back, shaking her head.
"Honestly, Lara don't waste your time," she whispered. "Let her have her moment," she smiled sweetly at her. "That was actually a pretty good speech you made up, and here's me thinking that that charming Lyrca top you're wearing might be cutting off the circulation to whatever it is you have sitting in for your brain," she turned and reached for the door handle. "Guess I was wrong."
"Walking away?" Georgie called after her. "I wouldn't expect any less from you, after all, didn't your own Dad walk out when you're mum died?"
Allie froze and felt Lara take in a sharp breath next to her.
"Yeah, see Ike told me about you," Allie could actually hear the smile in her voice. "Of course, he was making it sound so horrible, poor little rich orphan girl…but I actually thought it was pretty funny. I mean your mum dies, your dad spends all his time out of the country, and Pete won't sleep with you and you think I'm jealous of you?" she laughed. "Oh, no honey. I pity you."
Allie felt tears build up in her eyes, but she blinked them back just in time to watch her own fist swing up and connect with Georgie's jaw.
"Cheerleader's eh?" Swill asked, raising an eyebrow at Pete. "You know most of them have to be trained as gymnasts as well?"
"Yeah," Pete replied, not looking at them. "Allie was a gymnast champion at school."
Taking a sip of beer, he turned back to the boys and saw them staring at him open mouthed.
"What?"
"You're girlfriend's fucking fit as, rich, and a fucking gymnast?" Swill asked shaking his head. "Lucky son of a bitch."
Laughing, Pete glanced at the bathroom doors and frowned, Allie and Lara had been in there for over 10 minutes; probably having some girly chat. Rolling his eyes, he realised that Lara probably knew as much about their relationship as Allie did; yes he talked to the boys, but not half as much as he knew Allie talked to Lara. He didn't have to ask her to know that she knew that he and Allie hadn't slept together yet, whereas the boys still thought that they had, but he didn't want to talk about it. But what was he supposed to tell them? That he and Allie hadn't gone that far yet because they were already in way too deep and if they crossed that bridge then there was officially no going back and that thought wasn't as terrifying as it should be and that in itself was fucking scary.
Going over to the bar, he handed Terry his empty bottle and shook his head when he handed him another one.
"You sure?" Terry asked, shaking it. "It's on the house."
Grinning, Pete took it from him and nodded his thanks.
"So where's your girl?" Terry asked him, opening up a bottle for himself and leaning on the bar next to Pete.
"Bathroom with her mate," he shook his head. "You know what birds are like"
"You sure she's in there?" Terry asked with a frown. "Because I swear that I just saw Georgie and about 3 of her mates go in there aswell,"
"You sure?" Pete asked, his head snapping up.
"Yeah," Terry nodded. "Why? You don't think anything would kick off?"
Laughing, Pete shook his head and brought his beer bottle back to his lips.
"With Allie? Not a chance,"
Suddenly there was a scream and Allie shot out of the bathroom door, falling to the floor with Georgie on top of her and by the look of it, trying to scratch half her face off. Pete's eyes widened and he along with all the boys stood up quickly to see what the hell was going on.
"Get the hell off of me!" Allie screamed, shoving the taller girl, but she didn't shift at all until Lara burst out of the bathroom as well with Georgie's mates hot on her tail. Grabbing the back of Georgie's shirt Lara pulled her off, wincing when Georgie scratched her arm.
"Oh fucking great, now I have to get a rabies shot," she yelled, shaking the brunette away from her leg.
Allie laid on the floor, nursing her nose, which had a small amount of blood coming out of it, Christ, it hurt.
"Stupid fucking orphan," Georgie muttered under her breath.
Allie's eyes snapped open and she kicked her legs up, knocking the brunette girl to the floor only to be smacked in the face when one of her friends jumped on her as she tried to pull herself to her feet.
"Fucking hell!" Terry shouted. "You usually pay £5.50 an hour for this on Sky,"
Shaking his head, he approached the fray, trying not to get hit; he had no idea that girls were this fucking vicious. "Boys, give me a hand here,"
"Ugh! Get off me you skank!" Lara shouted as one of the girls shoved her. Looking down, she saw a hole in her Chanel camisole and shrieked. "This top probably cost more that you're house, you whore!" she lunged at the girl, actually jumping on her back.
Allie finally got to her feet and faced Georgie.
"Look, I'm sorry, but this is getting really out of…"
Georgie punched her in the face so hard that she stumbled backward and into the bar. Ok, now it was on.
Glancing up at her, she grinned and nodded as she wiped the blood off of her face.
"You've got blood on your shirt," Allie told her. "But don't worry, I'm sure there's got plenty more K-Mart quality Lycra where that came from,"
"Fuck you," Georgie spat at her. "Someone has to eventually,"
Screaming, Allie did a run up and jumped on the girls back, pulling her hair as hard as she could and then clocking her around the face when she tried to turn around.
Letting out a howl of pain, Georgie ran backwards into the wall so that Allie's back collided with it.
"Fuck!" she shouted, still maintaining her grip on the girl's neck as they stumbled toward the bar. Suddenly, someone grabbed Allie by the waist and pulled her off.
"Get off me!" she shouted, fighting in their arms.
"Oi!" Pete shouted. "It's me! What the hell are you doing?""Well, it's not definitely not him is it, orphan girl?" Georgie grinned.
Allie screamed again, and made a run for her, but Pete grabbed her, hoisting her in the air.
"Put me down, I can take her!"
"You want to end up in prison?" Pete asked her.
"It'll be worth it," she replied, not looking at him.
Turning to where Lara was actually chatting with one of Georgie's friends, Allie screamed.
"Honestly, hun, soda will get that out, but if it's silk you're going to have to soak it tonight," she told the nodding girl.
"Lara!" Allie shrieked.
"Oh, right, yeah," she nodded and pitifully shoved the girl's shoulder. "Use soda, you whore."
"What the hell happened?" Terry asked, looking back and forth between the girls.
"Ask Barbie over there," Georgie shot, examining one her long broken fake fingernails.
"Fuck you," Allie spat at her. "You started it,"
"No, you just can't handle the truth," she grinned. "There's a difference,"
"Shut up, Georgie," Pete snapped, still fighting with Allie who was trying to pull away from him.
"I don't care," Terry shouted. "No one fights in my bar, got it?"
Georgie ignored him, but Allie looked ashamed of herself.
"I'm sorry, Terry," she told him. "If anything's broken…"
"Oh fuck off with the innocent act would you," Georgie yelled. "Have you seen what she's done to me?" she pointed to the scratch on her head and no one seemed to care.
"Me?!" Allie shot back. "You almost broke my nose you bitch!"
"I'll try harder next time," she smiled.
"You," Terry pointed at Georgie. "Out. Now."
"What?" she asked. "Were you not watching? She fucking jumped me!"
"From what I saw, you started it," Terry told her pointing to the door. "Out. You're barred for the rest of the month."
Pulling a face of disgust, she snatched her bag from one of her friends and walked up to Allie not stopping until they were toe-to-toe.
"This ain't over," she warned, shoving her into the pool table with scary strength. Hissing as her already bruised back hit the hard wood, Allie shot Pete a grateful look as he grabbed her and pulled her to him, gently rubbing her back.
"And you," Terry turned to her with anger on his face once Georgie had left.
"You deserve one hell of a drink," he laughed, shaking his head. "Fucking hell, I didn't think Sloane Square girls fought like that,"
Frowning, Allie blinked in surprise.
"Wait," she shook her head in confusion. "You're not pissed off at me?"
"Fuck no," he laughed. "That was the best entertainment we've had in here in a long time,"
There was a short silence.
"Plus," Swill's voice broke it soon after. "It was fit as fuck,"
Laughter broke out from within the group and Allie looked at Lara who was still staring at the whole in her shirt in horror.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Oh, never better," Lara replied sarcastically as she examined the scratch on her arm. "I really wasn't kidding about the rabies shot. Terry, get me a beer. Now," she called shaking her head.
Wiping her nose on a napkin, Allie hissed at the pain.
"Come here," Pete told her. "I better make sure it isn't broken. She fucking clocked you good and proper with that last one,"
He gestured for her to sit down on a stool at the side of the bar away from the others; and sat her on it, standing in between her legs.
"Let me see," he told her, pulling her hand away from her face and cursing under his breath at the blood. Taking a glass of water and some ice from Terry, he dipped a napkin in the water and started cleaning off the blood.
Allie made a small noise and he quickly pulled his hand away.
"It hurts?" he asked her, concerned.
She nodded in reply and suddenly, tears filled her eyes.
"I can do the rest," she told him, her voice breaking as she pushed his hand away and ran into the girls' toilets again. Watching the door swing shut, Pete shook his head not knowing what to do. Glancing around, he saw that the rest of the boys along with Lara were still at the bar and so shrugging, he pushed through the door after her and found her sat on the counter with her head in her hands, her body shaking with sobs.
"Hey," Pete said softly moving towards her, but she looked up and shook her head, stopping him.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" she cried. "Pete, I just punched a girl in the face; I've never…that wasn't me out there and I'm so, so fucking embarrassed that I let some silly tart like her get to me," she narrowed her eyes and spoke in a whisper. "But the things she said to me," she stared down at the bloodied napkin in her hands and shook her head. "I should have walked away,"
"What did she say to you?" Pete asked, walking over to her.
"Jesus, Pete it doesn't matter," she jumped down, her face red from crying.
"It matters to you and that's good enough for me," he told her calmly. He could see that she was really upset, her hands were shaking and he wanted to hold her so badly, he felt wrong just looking at her as she paced the small bathroom, wiping the tears off of her face.
"It was stupid stuff," she told him, throwing her arms in the air. "It was stuff that a ten-year-old would have known to walk away from and ignore, but I…I had to…"
She stopped and rested against the wall, her arms wrapping around her own waist as though she were cold.
"I've never been so angry in my life…to have this girl, this girl that I don't even know, that doesn't know me saying things about my family, about us, about my mum," she shook her head, and fresh tears began pouring down her face. "And I don't know why, but it hurt so much,"
Unable to stand there anymore, Pete walked towards her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead gently as he brushed her hair out of her face.
"She…said that everyone left me…mum, dad, you," she sobbed.
"What?" Pete asked, confused. "I haven't left you, neither has your dad, he's…"
"In Mexico, or maybe this week it's Australia," Allie shrugged. "I'll get my weekly phone call, and then you…" She shook her head, walking into the stall to get more tissue.
"What about me?" Pete asked, following her, watching as she swore loudly when there was no tissue, and then leaning against the wall.
"Nothing."
"No, you mentioned me," he caught her wrist as she went to walk past him. "You said she mentioned us, what did she say to you?"
"She said that you didn't want me, ok?" she almost yelled, throwing her arms in the air. "She overheard me having a conversation with Lara about how we haven't…" she blushed and Pete almost smiled. "You know, and she said that it was because you didn't care about me, that I was just a phase,"
"What and you believed her, is that it?" Pete demanded.
"No," Allie shot at him. "Of course I know that's not true, but…"
"What?"
"For that second, in the heat of the argument, my brain started thinking…is that the reason?"
Pete's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the floor. He actually couldn't believe that he was hearing this; she really thought that he saw her as someone to pass the time until he met someone better or something?
She met his eyes for the longest time before shrugging and throwing the bloody tissue into the bin.
"It doesn't matter," she smiled tiredly. "I'm just going to go home,"
Checking her reflection in the mirror, Allie shook her head; did it even matter at this point? Moving to walk past Pete and out the door, he suddenly grabbed her arm and pushed her back up against the wall, his lips on hers, his hands pinning her there.
She kissed him back hard; putting everything she had, everything he meant to her into that one kiss, almost as though it would be their last. He let go of her wrists so that her hands were free and she immediately wrapped them around his neck while his drifted down to her waist and under her knees urging her to bend them, which she did and he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he placed her on the counter, his mouth leaving hers and trailing down her neck.
Throwing her head back, Allie shut her eyes tightly ever so softly whispering his name; she slid her hands up underneath his shirt, feeling the strong muscles in his back constricting under her touch. God, this felt good.
"Hey, Allie-bop, you ok in there…Woah!" Lara shrieked quickly closing the door again with a huge grin on her face. "Uh, I'm really sorry, I thought that maybe you were…upset or something and wanted to see if you were ok, but I, uh, I can see that Pete is…taking care of you. So I'll uh, I'll see you at the bar." She laughed before pushing her way back out into the bar area.
Leaning his head against her shoulder, Pete laughed and groaned at the same time.
"I think we should go," Pete's voice came out muffled by her shoulder.
"Yeah," she agreed with a laugh. "This bathroom has seen enough action for one night,"
Pulling back from her, Pete smiled and kissed her again, gently this time; smoothing some hair back from her face, he chose not to point out the already developing red mark on her neck. Jumping down from the counter, Allie turned and glanced in the mirror.
"Oh my God," she cried. "Would you look at me?" she shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. "It's a good thing that I don't have to go to work tomorrow; Jack would have a fit."
Pete wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and smiled against her neck as she instantly leant back into him.
"When it comes to us," he told her softly. "I want you, I want you so much Allie, sometimes it actually hurts, but I know that I'm not willing to rush this," he looked up and met her eyes in the mirror, seeing the slight blush on her cheeks. "You're worth the wait," he kissed her cheek. "And besides, when that does happen," he laughed. "I hadn't pictured it happening the bathroom at the Abby,"
"You've pictured it, huh?" Allie teased him.
"Every day, at least twice a minute," Pete grinned as she shook her head and giggled. "Come on," he kissed her neck once more before taking her hand and leading her back out towards the bar area. "I'll get you another drink," he grinned at her. "And while we're waiting you can start explaining where the fuck you learned to hit like that…"