intrigued me and tonight she was looking fit as fuck.
I walked casually towards the picnic bench and was relieved that Brooke and
Chanel were with her as I would be able to strike up conversation. I didn't
know them well but I'd spoken to Chanel a few times at the salon and she'd just
started seeing Buster. Brooke was a whole different story, that girl was wrong
on so many levels so much so that she'd give Paige a run for her money.
"Hi, am I okay to take a seat?" I asked as I
reached the table.
All three glanced up at the same time but it was Lauren who held my attention.
Her eyes widened and I noticed a faint blush to her cheeks although she did her
best to hide the fact by tucking her hair behind her ear casually.
"Scoot up!"
"Sorry, what?" Lauren asked slightly panicked.
I shooed her with my hand, "I wanna sit down, scoot up." I took a
drag of my fag and flicked the ash on the ground.
Lauren grabbed her bag that was placed beside her and in her hurry to move it
out of the way, she managed to drop it. The contents scattered on the ground
and I saw the look of horror and embarrassment on Laurens face as she quickly
stood from the bench and bent down to retrieve her belongings.
"Let me give you a hand," I stated trying to make the situation a
little less uncomfortable.
"No it's fine I've got it." Lauren reached for a photograph but I
managed to pick it up before her.
I quickly analysed the young couple cradling a baby, "Who's this?" I
asked as Lauren let out a sigh and swiped the photo from my hand.
"You insensitive prick!"
I turned towards Brooke, "What? I was only trying to help." I sat on
the bench confused by her outburst.
"That's her mum and dad," she grunted harshly through gritted teeth.
"Brooke leave it," Lauren gathered the rest of her belongings and threw
them into her bag before sitting back down beside me.
"Brooke let's go and get some food," Chanel stood and nodded towards
the BBQ.
Brooke narrowed her eyes, "Don't upset her any further." She pointed
her finger at me aggressively.
I sniggered, "Fucking hell Brooke, I didn't know you had any feelings
babe. Are you feeling okay?"
She stuck her middle finger up as she stood and joined Chanel so they could
walk over to the BBQ together.
I returned my attention to Lauren, "I'm sorry babe I
didn't mean to ask stupid questions or make you feel uncomfortable."
"Honestly it's all good Ramsey, you're forgiven." She smiled sweetly
as she fastened her handbag and placed it onto the picnic bench. I sniggered at
her response, I hadn't realised that she knew my name and saw this as an
opportunity. "Why you laughing?"
"I didn't know you knew my name babe, that's all. You're not one of these
stalker types are you?" I took a lug on my fag as I waited for her
response. She was different to the other girls, less self-assured which
intrigued me. I didn't know if she'd be able to hold her own or try to seek
solace with Woods after our conversation.
"Of course I know your name, everyone knows everyone around here."
Lauren picked up a plastic cup from the table and casually took a swig trying
to take the attention away from her.
"Okay," I glanced around the yard and pointed to Recon, "Who's
that?"
Lauren shook her head, "I don't know is he someone of importance?"
I smiled and nodded my head slowly before pointing to Hound, "And who's
that?"
Lauren smiled, "That's Chloe's dad Hound."
"Too easy," I muttered under my breath. "Erm...what about
him?" I pointed to Cade, quietly confident that she wouldn't know who he
was and my suspicions were confirmed when she shook her head. "Well, that
leads me to believe that you know my name for a reason." I took another
drag on my fag before I leaned over to stub it out in the ashtray making sure
that my knee brushed against hers in the process.
"And what reason do you think that may be?" Lauren was finally
playing along and I found myself quickly enjoying her company.
"I don't know if it was you wanting to put a face to a name or you simply
liked