Could anything else possibly go wrong today?
“Oh so it’s Lucas now huh? You must have gotten quite close in that toilet,” Hayley goaded and I rolled my eyes.
“You’re not going to let this go are you?”
Hayley shook her head. “No way. This is the most exciting thing that’s happened around here since Charlie won tickets to see Adele two summers ago.”
“Oh, Adele tickets? I’d love to see Adele—”
“You’re not changing the subject, missy.”
We both laughed at that and the entire thing felt less life ruining and more a fun story to share with your friends.
“I’m guessing you’re laughing about that mortifying picture of Morgan that was plastered all over the gossip sites this weekend.” Hayley and I glanced over to find Libby and Clara loitering nearby, obviously eavesdropping.
“I wouldn’t be laughing, I’d be crying if all those horrible things were being said about me,” Clara commiserated nastily as she and Libby exchanged a look.
“I don’t know, I’d be patting myself on the back for bagging two fit lads like Lucas Bradley and Alan Cole if it were me,” Hayley piped up, giving me a smile. I appreciated her attempt at sticking up for me.
Clara made a face. “As if there’s any truth to those stories. It’s obvious Morgan was just in the right place at the right time.”
For some reason her incredulity annoyed me.
“Why wouldn’t there be any truth to it? Why is it so hard to believe that I hooked up with a guy like Lucas Bradley?” I demanded before stopping myself.
Hayley’s eyes widened. “So there is some truth?”
Damn it.
Libby snorted and she shared another look with Clara. It made me want to slap them both. “Lucas has been dating pop stars, why would he mess around with Morgan?”
“Wow, that was nasty,” Hayley responded. “Green really doesn’t suit you, love.”
I covered my mouth to hide my chuckle.
“Why would I be jealous? She’s being called a slut. That’s just sad,” Libby gave me a fakely sympathetic smile. “You must be so upset.”
“Not really. I’d be a lot more upset if I had thrown myself at him and he rejected me,” I found myself saying before I could stop myself.
“Harsh,” Hayley murmured, clearly enjoying herself.
Libby drew herself upright, looking as though she had sucked on a lemon. “We’ll talk to you ladies later.” She stalked off, Clara scurrying after her.
“Wow, you sure know how to take someone down a peg or two,” Hayley said with obvious admiration.
“I shouldn’t have risen to the bait. Being a bitch doesn’t help anything.”
“But it can feel pretty damn great,” Hayley added.
I grinned. “Yeah, it can.”
“Libby and Clara are a couple of wannabe goal diggers. When I say they’re jealous, trust me,” Hayley retorted.
“Goal diggers?” I asked.
“The kind of girl that chases after professional football players hoping to get their attention. They go to Rosies almost every weekend because the players from Chester Athletic are known to party there. They’ll never admit that’s why they go, but everyone knows better.” Hayley picked up my empty tea mug. “Come on, let’s get a cuppa.”
I followed her to the breakroom. “Goal digger? Is that what people will think I am?” The idea was mortifying. The last thing I would ever be was some sort of groupie.
