Page 13 of Tied to You
“Bogs are down there,” Dean, I think biker boy called him, says, pointing over my shoulder.
I offer him a genuine smile before I turn and lift my foot to start walking. I have to stop when the blonde from earlier steps in front of me, apologising for getting in my way. I tell her not worry, when I hear Dean’s whispery voice from behind me.
“Why’s she dressed liked that?”
“Shut the fuck up,” biker boy hisses, and I proceed to walk away, confused.
When I make it to the ladies’, I immediately open my purse for the ginger sweets my nan always carried on her.
Got a headache? Eat one of these she’d tell me. Feel cystitis coming on or period cramps, eat one of these. Want to avoid any hangover the following morning, eat one or more of these before you start drinking. God bless her, I take them everywhere I go.
Washing my hands after using the loo, I dry them before reapplying more lipstick. My phone then pings a text, and I take it out to read.
Dad: Darling, I look forward to seeing you soon
Feeling my hand shake reading his message, I quickly chuck my phone in my bag when the door opens, and a girl I haven’t seen walks in. “You’re new here?”
Swallowing my anger, I look at her knowing she’s talking to me, but wondering why she is. “Like new to this place, or to the area, here?” I manage to say.
“Both,” she says sternly, with a disappointed look on her face.
“Um,” I look at my reflection, fiddling with my hair. “Yeah, I’m new to both.”
“You work here?” she asks.
I drop my lipstick in my bag then pop it shut. “No,” I say with a little laugh. “I don’t work here. I work at the farm in the valley.”
Her eyes widen. “Dressed like that?” Her eyes then scan my body appreciatively.
“No, not dressed like this,” I chuckle, if not a little sarcastically, looking back in the mirror. “I dressed up for the party.” Even though it has crossed my mind why no one else appears to be dressed as slutty as I am.
“Like fancy dress?” the girl laughs. “Babe, bikers don’t play fancy dress, not unless that’s one of their kinks. I think you got the wrong invite.”
Did I now…
She takes a step closer, pulling my attention back to her. “Well, I can see why he likes you.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice wobbly. “Who are you talkingabout?”
The look now smeared across her face is one that suggests I really should know. “Travis? The guy you arrived with?”
His name’s Travis?I laugh under my breath. “He doesn’t like me.”He’s made that clear. “And I don’t like him. I work for his uncle. I’m only here tonight to get to know more people in the area.”
She laughs a little nervously. “Oh? So, at the risk of stepping on any toes, do you think I can try and make my move?”
I shift my weight on one foot. “What’s your name?”
“Sophie.”
I take a step to her. “If it’s really what you want, Sophie, then I think you should go for it. Make your move.”Perhaps then he’ll have something to distract him.
Sophie gleams, her eyes widening. “Really?” she asks unsure. “I only started hanging around here when my friend Tanya started working behind the bar a couple of months ago. I haven’t been brave enough to say anything.”
I nod my head, knowing the feeling. “Well, Sophie. Don’t be shy. You have nothing to worry about. He’s not my type, anyway.”
Liar.
“Oh, you’re gay? Because my other friend is too,” she practically sings, stepping onto her tiptoes with excitement. “She’d be here in a heartbeat if you wanted that?”
