People=Shit

Chapter 8- Lucy

"-and yeah," Oli finished, stuffing more of his chicken nuggets down, "I'll never sleep with one of your friends again. We cool?"

"We're cool," Lucy nodded.

She knew that she'd let Oli off too easily, but slapping him seemed a bit harsh. And it was totally understandable that he hadn't fallen madly in love with her, what with Lucy being fifteen and that. Lucy wasn't even sure if that was what she wanted.

"God, are you still hungover or is it just me?" Oli groaned, looking mournfully up at Lucy as he rested his head on the McDonald's table, which didn't seem particularly hygienic.

"I'm a bit out of it," Lucy agreed, "But, like, not that bad. I've already done my maths homework."

"Of course you have," Oli shook his head, but there was a hint of admiration in his smirk. "How much did you drink?"

"Not much," Lucy said truthfully. "But, I don't know, I think I got kind of tipsy."

"Lightweight."

"Oh, fuck off," Lucy snorted, "It was the weed, I think."

Oli lifted his head off the table, swivelling around to check that no one was listening in.

"I can't believe you just took grass off some guy you'd never met before," Oli said, once he was satisfied that there were no undercover police in the area. "It's so unlike you, and, I don't know, that guy seemed a bit shady?"

"I can't even remember his name," Lucy laughed, "But tipsy-me thought he was nice. And Nicholls smoked it too, so..."

"His name is Jordan," Oli recalled, "And one of his mates grows pot in his shed. And he thought you were cool. And he hates parties but his girlfriend likes them. And he said that I should be nicer to you or summat."

Lucy averted her eyes, trying not to blush. As quite an open person, she wasn't all that upset that she'd spilled her little crush to a random stranger. But she didn't really want Oli knowing about it.

"Yeah, you should," she pouted, "Meanie."

"How old are you- five?" Oli snorted, stealing one of her fries. "Seriously, though, what I did were super shitty. I'm actually so sorry."

He sighed and rested his head on a hand to gaze at her much like he had last night before the party. He actually did look quite apologetic, Lucy noticed, which was new.

There hadn't really been a moment when she was properly mad at him- there never had been as far as she could remember. Last night had been strange, a mixture of jealousy and loneliness and slightly too much to drink. This morning had involved such a fucking headache that the sight of Oli made her want to vom, but a shower and change of clothes had somewhat sorted that.

"I'm sorry too," Lucy admitted, "Sorry that you're such a dick!"

Oli didn't react, except for his lips curving down into a playful frown.

It was difficult not to stare at his mouth, Lucy thought, especially when he was staring so fixedly at hers...

"Seriously, though," Lucy echoed his words, "I am sorry. I overreacted. And I tried to sleep with your mate. He just had more morals than Liza did I guess."

"Yeah, she's a bit of a shit friend," Oli agreed. "Like me. And I doubt you would've gotten very far with Matt, even if you wanted it. He's a big boy, and you're actually quite small. Just wouldn't fit, sorry love."

"Ew!" Lucy squealed, throwing a chip at him. "But, for real?"

"No," Oli rolled his eyes, "So gullible. I'm way bigger, obviously."