Chapter 4 - Shane

I'm surprisingly keen to get to school, I left my jacket with Anne/Rory and I can't wait to see her. I've driven myself nuts fantasising about her this weekend, I need to get her out of my head and the only way to do that is to fuck her, and the only way to do that, is to find out who she really is.

Even though I'm the first one in, my friends take forever to get here and then they're not interested in moving so we're late as usual. I keep an eye out for her walking into school, for some reason I expected her to be wearing my jacket. The idea giving me a little thrill, but so far I've not seen her and I'm starting to feel irritated. 

Mr Whiting doesn't even bother saying anything when we walk in mid lesson, just carries on talking as though we're not there. Is it any wonder we don't show an interest when he's clearly not bothered about us? I follow Luke to the desk, wondering where Anne/Rory could be and then something catches my eye.

Oh for fucks sake! 

My jacket is neatly folded on my chair when I pull it out to sit down. 

That sneaky bitch. 

Half of me wants to laugh at her intelligence, the other half is annoyed and deeply disappointed. The second half wins and I tip it onto the floor, glaring at the potheads and sporty guys at the front of the room, just waiting for someone to start something so I can get rid of my frustration. 

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"What's your problem?" Luke puts his hand out for my lighter at lunchtime.

"Nothing." I mutter, slapping it into his palm and inhaling deeply on my cigarette, trying to soothe the irritation of not being able to figure out who she is.

"The naked girl? Still?" He shakes his head, lighting the cigarette in his mouth and passing me back my lighter. "Bill says the parties are pretty regular, she'll be at the next one I reckon, you can do her then."

"She was hot, right?" I turn to look at him, wondering whether I've been fantasising so much, it's become more than it actually was, but he nods, whistling a note that somehow emphasises her attractiveness.

"I'd have had a pop." He glances across at Ruby Jones, Poppy Barden and Stacey Green, coming over to us. Draping his arm around Ruby's neck, he offers her his cigarette and she puts her lips around it while it's still in his hand, fluttering her eyelashes up at him in the process. 

"What if she's not at the next one?" I slip my lighter into my back pocket, leaning against the wall and watching Ruby press herself back up against him.

"Mate, find someone else to tap. You're getting a bit weird over her and you don't even know her real name."

"Who's this?" Ruby asks. Her eyes flicking to me, while Luke sucks on her neck.

"No one." I snap, throwing my cigarette down and stepping on it.

"Woody's got a little crush." Luke says, leaving a bright red mark on her skin when he pulls his mouth away.

"Screw you, I have not." I clench my fist and he laughs.

"Then what's the problem?" He spins Ruby around to face him, grabbing her ass and looking at me over her shoulder, flicking his eyes at Poppy and Stacey. "You wanna obsess over some random girl you barely touched, it's going to mess you up. To get over one, get under another and then another and another."

"Maybe." I say, but it's too late. I'm already wondering how to find out about the next party and hoping it's soon.