I snap my around head to look at him.
“I see we’re making progress,” he comments with a look on his face that is just waiting to confirm what he’s already assumed.
“What? No, it’s not what you think.”
“Uh-huh.”
“We’re friends.”
“Puh-lease.”
“Piss off.”
He lifts his hands. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Well, go and keep doing it somewhere else.”
“Reserved seats, eh?” Scott adds, butting into the conversation.
“You ever mind your own fucking business?”
“There are no secrets between us. Come on, spit it out,” John adds, joining in too.
“Shouldn’t we be concentrating right now?”
“Nah. Actually, a minute of distraction is just what you need to calm those nerves,” Jamie intervenes.
I huff and start to put on my kit.
“So?” Scott urges.
“You don’t really think I’m going to talk about it with you all?”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re all arseholes, that’s why. With big mouths and no brains.”
“All this fuss over a woman? Come on, like we couldn’t relate?”
I shoot Scott a hard stare.
“Oh, Jesus, good thing she’s just a ‘friend’,” he says, winding me up and elbowing Jamie who smiles, in on the joke.
“I’ll kick your arse, Scott.”
“Try it. I’ll have you on the ground in twenty seconds.”
“Sure about that?” I move in closer to him, threatening.
“That’s enough now!” Jamie returns to his usual role as captain. “Both of you. And Ian, calm down, okay? They were just kidding.”
I nod, taking a step backwards.
“Now, move your arse, Scott. Warm-up is starting in a few minutes.”
Scott walks away without another word as I sit on the bench to tie my shoes.
“I haven’t finished with you,” Jamie says, pointing his finger at me. “I want to know everything, got it?”
