Always Fraser by A. Steel (electronic reader .txt) 📕

going on. I don’t know why I even came to watch. I have no idea about this game, and now that I know it's where the town skanks hang out, parading around in their little outfits, with their fake tits on display for all to see, I hate it even more.

The game ends with our team winning and the players make their way over to the sheds.

“Thank god that's over,” says Indie.

“You girls going to come over and say hi?” calls Drew, already walking off to where the players are congregating at the sheds.

“You boys go, we'll catch up with you all at the pub,” I say. There’s no way I want to talk to Fraser right now.

“You okay, Elly? You’ve gone all quiet,” Indie asks, putting her arm around me as we make our way out of the grounds.

“I don't know, Indie. I have no idea what I’m doing, starting something up with Fraser. Is this a really big mistake?”

“You can't help who you fall for, Elly. It's been obvious there was something between the two of you since you guys were teenagers. I think you owe it to yourself to give it a go, see how it plays out, no regrets. Plus, my life's so boring at the moment, if you are a total train wreck at least I’ll have something to entertain me,” she laughs.

“Oh, thanks, good to know I’m your entertainment! There’s just so many reasons not to, you know?”

“Elly, you can always find reasons not to do something, but if it's what your heart wants, follow it. You’ll work the rest out later.” We walk into the pub and go straight to the bar. Indie orders two beers.

“How did you get so smart, Indie girl?”

“Guess not taking my own advice. Living too many mistakes,” she laughs. “But you know what? That's not me anymore. I’m going to do the same from now on. Getting the art gallery and moving somewhere new with you feels like the fresh start I need. I’m going to start living my life again and stop pining after what I thought my future would look like.”

“That sounds like a great plan. To new beginnings,” I chant, clinking my glass with hers.

We search the pub for a table. It's still pretty empty at this time of the day, so we can take our pick. We find a big table at the front, looking out over the street, and take a seat.

Half an hour and three beers later, the boys finally arrive. Fraser’s sporting a fat lip from one of the game's tackles. I have no idea why he likes playing such a violent sport. The boys all grab a drink and pull up seats at our table. Fraser sits opposite me. He smiles his cheeky-as-fuck smile, but I turn my head so I can ignore him. I'm still pissed from the events I witnessed during half-time.

“You girls having a party without us?” Drew says, looking at the table of empty glasses.

“Well, you took your time, and we’re celebrating moving in together. From now on, our lives are going to be so exciting and fun, hey, Indie?” She clinks her glass with mine as we both giggle.

“I think you two need some dinner before I’m walking your drunk arses home again,” scoffs Blake.

“Thanks, Dad, glad we brought you,” jokes Indie.

“We can always rely on you to look after us, Blakie,” I tease, as Indie giggles at me again and Blake rolls his eyes.

“Good idea. I’m starving,” says Drew. “Let's go order.”

We head up to the counter to order, and 20 minutes later our food arrives.

As I’m about to cut into my steak a text pings on my phone. I look down to see it’s from Fraser.

Fraser: What's your problem?

Elly: Oh, sorry, Fraser, am I supposed to be all over you with my tits out like every other slut in Byron?

Fraser: You're talking about Shea? Stop being silly, I’ve already told you there’s nothing there, she's just a massive flirt.

Elly: Really? You looked pretty cosy with her this afternoon!

I start eating my food, ignoring his texts, and he glares at me across the table. I can see how annoyed he’s getting, but I don’t care. His double standard fucking pisses me off.

I purposely turn my head and try to concentrate on the story Drew entertains us with. Something about the latest girl he picked up at last night's bucks party for Ash. Fraser and Blake were there as well. They all went to the Pink Flamingo, our local strip club.

I have no idea how Drew gets himself into these situations. We couldn't possibly have shared a womb for nine months, we're so different. Indie’s right, he’s a total man-whore. From what I can gather, he got friendly with one of the dancers and she lost a bet or something and he got to take her home for the night. Story doesn’t make any sense to me, I guess you had to be there. I can't think of anything worse. Fraser was very sketchy on the details of what actually took place, and after I saw what he was like today with another girl when I’m around, I don’t really want to know what he got up to at that club last night.

I look down at my phone again because I can't help myself:

Fraser: You're being ridiculous and acting like a child.

I can see he's still watching me and knows I have just checked my phone. Is he serious!

Elly: Maybe? So I guess you're saying, if some guy was all over me flirting, you’d be fine with that?

Fraser: That's not what I said.

Elly: Sounds like it to me.

“You want another drink, Indie? Let's go to the bar.” I grab her arm and pull her with me.

“What’s going on with you, you're acting crazy?” she calls, as I drag her through the now-crowded bar.

“Fraser’s being a dick!”

She looks back at him then to me. “You guys haven’t even talked to each other since he got here,