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'Who, exactly, is that?'

Katie was sat on a deckchair, her bum sagging dangerously close to the floor. Beside her, on the grass, splaying her long legs in front of her, was Cass. At Cass' words, Katie glanced up from where she had been studying her phone. 'Who?' she asked. Her garden was full of people mingling; it was one of Katie's father's many barbeques. 'Ten o'clock,' Cass muttered, lifting her hand in order to shade her eyes from the sun.

Scanning the garden, Katie saw a teenager Cass was describing. 'You mean my cousin?'

'That's your cousin? God, he's changed.'

'Well, no, not really.' All of a sudden, Katie realised who she was talking about. 'Oh, you mean his mate? Travis?'

Cass let a low whistle out in while exhaling. 'I'd tap that.'

'You'd tap everything.'

'Oh my God, guys, have you seen the news?' Jack appeared behind them.

Jack was another one of Katie's very best friends. 6 ft 3, he was a giant of a man, and towered over poor Katie. His hair was in constant immaculate condition, a button was never out of place in his outfit, and there was only one thing he loved more than Shakespeare's love sonnets; cock, as he so delicately put it.

'Too late, man, I saw him first.'

'He's definitely gay.'

'He is not!'

'That,' Katie piped up, interrupting their bitch fight. 'Is Travis Stoll, and you'll kindly stay away from him.'

'Why? Is he taken?'

'No. He is the very definition of a bastard.'

Jack sat heavily on the ground beside her, and dramatically put an over-sized hand on her arm. 'I've not had a boyfriend that treats me like trash in so long,' he breathed. 'I miss the three S-es.'

There was a pause. 'What're the three S-es?' Katie asked cautiously.

'Shag, shout, shame. I miss them so…'

'Whatever,' Katie said irritably. 'I grew up with him in the States, and I can assure you, he's not worth it.' Katie lived in the USA until she was the ripe old age of thirteen, when her father had had enough of the New York. They moved to South Oxfordshire; a picturesque village that went by the name of Whitchurch-on-Thames. Without much thought, Katie befriended Cass and Jack almost immediately, and hadn't looked back for the three years she had called England her home. That is, until the moment she was told that her cousin and his friend would be visiting for the long summer months.

'Ooh, I bet he'd like a challenge,' Cass said with a renewed interest.

'Cass,' Jack sighed. 'You're not a challenge. You're a slut. Your only talent is spreading your legs for dicks that would rather be inside me.'

Katie snorted. Not even the dread of a summer spent with Theo and Travis could dampen her mood when she was sat in between Cass and Jack, the smell of burnt sausages filled her nostrils, and a Thames valley stretched out in front of her. 'I wasn't talking about me!' Cass exclaimed.

'Then, who were you talking about?'

She looked thoughtful for a minute, and decided to pull Katie out of her daydream. 'Introduce us to him!' Cass demanded.

'What?'

'Introduce us to hottie.'

'I don't think so. I'm steering clear of him.'

'You most certainly are not!' Jack said with alarm.

'I am, no matter how much either of you want to go to bed with him! Have a threesome, for all I care, but I am not going anywhere near him!'