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I’m stupid before climbing behind the wheel.
    Sighing, I climb in on the passenger side, clicking my seatbelt on. My nose crinkles at the smell in there. “What the fuck is that smell, mate?”
    Jase laughs before replying, “Dude, that’s my gym clothes from earlier.”
    “Gross.” I press the button to lower my window. “I don’t give a toss if you’re cold, I am not sitting here breathing in the smell of your socks the whole way there.”
    Laughing again but not replying, he starts the car and some shit hardcore music blasts through the sound system and glare at him.
    “You still listen to this shit?” I wave a hand the system that’s playing the music before raising a brow in his direction.
    “Only when I’m alone.” Jase chuckles as he manoeuvres the car with ease through the back roads of London.
    “You ain’t alone now, fucker. Turn that shit off.” I would do it myself but I have no fucking clue how to work this shit and I don’t want to break it and risk getting sucker punched.
    He turns the disc over and Jason Derulo fills the car. Much fucking better , I think to myself.  I tilt my head back and let it rest as my fingers tap against my leg in time to the music. “Do you think Gemma will be at the bar?” Jase asks nonchalantly, not realising the slight crinkle in my brows.
    “Probably. Carlotta will be and Gemma usually goes with her,” I say, not showing any kind of emotion in my voice; and that wasn’t easy to do. Jase can read me like no-one else can and sometimes it’s a pain in the arse. But I think I covered myself pretty well this time.
    “True.” I can feel Jase glancing at the side of my head but I keep my expression on my face neutral. Not even twitching my features. “Are you not bothered by her at all?”
    “Why would I be? I treated her like shit and she won’t go near me again. We’ve talked and that’s that. End of story, Jase.” I open my eyes and shift the position of my head to glare at him. I can see questions swirling in his eyes and he knows I won’t answer them which is why his mouth isn’t talking.
    “No reason.” He decides instead. I nod and resume my restful position. Keeping my eyes open though because closing them, all I can picture is Gemma and I can’t keep going round in circles with her in my head. It’s messing me up and I can’t bring my baggage to her doorstep. My mother and sister would eat her alive and she deserves so much more than that.
    The rest of the drive is silent; the only sound is the engine as it purrs down the road. We arrive at the pub not ten minutes later and I clamber out of the car. I need a fucking beer and some good pussy to fuck Gemma out of my system. Yeah, that’s what I need to do. I need to fuck someone else to get her out of my head.
    Plan in place, I push my way to the front of the bar and eye the bartender until he comes over. Ordering me and Jase a pint of beer, I hand over the money and wait. My eyes wonder around the room and in my head, I’m telling myself I’m not looking for Gemma when deep down, I know I am.
    I find her pretty quickly, laughing with Carlotta at one of the tables facing the bar. Fuck. I close my eyes and turn my head back to the bar, noticing our drinks already set in front of me. I down half of mine before picking up the other and turn to find Jase…who happens to be sat with the girls. Fuck my life.
    Heading over there with my shoulders pulled back, I placed the beer on the table and take a seat on a rickety wooden chair.
    “Hey, Roofie,” Gemma says quietly, smiling at me cautiously. The twinkle in her eye tells me she’s already had a couple of drinks…probably why she’s being nice to me when usually she keeps her distance.
    “Alright, Gem.” I nod in her direction with a smirk as my eyes drift to her tits that are spilling out precariously over the top edge of her dress. My face falls and anger floods my system. “Got enough boobage on show?” I scowl at her. Why the fuck