Flames Are Flying
Dirk seemed more relaxed with her now as they walked home. He didn't seem embarrassed when Lily took his hand. In fact, he flashed her that handsome, wide smile of his.
Lily was more relaxed, too. She was mucking about freely and she was able to touch him without a second thought. Jamie was out of the way. Now it was all about Dirk, and she was not going to waste a single minute of it.
What had just happened in the park seemed like a dream. It couldn't be real. That she was holding his hand now as they walked home, was surely a dream too.
But things came crashing back down to reality when Lily saw a tall figure leaning against his chopper by the rented house, arms crossed over his biker jacket, waiting for her no doubt.
Leanne was standing beside him, being her usual flirt-with-anything-of-the-opposite-sex self and chatting him up. She kept eyeing up his chopper, Lily noticed.
“Shit,” she said, stopping so suddenly that Dirk nearly toppled over her.
“Who?” Dirk looked confused, but Lily ignored him.
She thought about running across the garden and hiding behind the house -- she would go in from the back way -- in the hope of Jamie not seeing her and Dirk together.
Still holding Dirk's hand, she tried to leg it with him...
“There she is!” Came Leanne's voice across the small garden. “Oi, Lily! There's some guy here that says he wants to talk to you.”
Lily let go of Dirks hand fast as lightning, hoping that nobody saw her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, covering her face with her hands. When she opened them this would all prove to be a dream. Jamie was out of her life. Out! Forever! She didn't want him any more! Why did he have to come back when things were starting to get on between her and Dirk?
“Hey, Lils,” she heard Jamie call in his rough voice.
“Who's that? Do you know him?” Dirk asked from her side, still confused. Poor thing.
Lily rubbed her face with her hands, then opened her eyes.
Damn it, this wasn't a dream. Dirk was standing next to her, staring from her to Jamie and back again. Jamie was still leaning coolly on his fierce chopper (Lily couldn't help noticing how it glittered marvellously in the sun) and Leanne was standing next to Jamie with her hand on her hip. She had a “who's THIS
guy? How come you haven't told me about him before” look on her face.
Lily sighed, “He's my ex.”
She walked towards Jamie, Leanne and the chopper reluctantly. Dirk followed. She came to a stop in front of Jamie and his chopper. She made sure to keep her distance from him. She didn't want last night to repeat itself.
She turned to Dirk, who was right behind her, and said kindly, “Um actually, Dirk, I think it's best if we're left alone now. You too, Leanne.”
Leanne caught on immediately and left with a wink at Lily. Dirk was slower to catch on. He was still looking from Lily to Jamie, every emotion visible in his eyes: shock, fury, sadness.
“Didn't you hear what the lady said?” Jamie said, glaring at Dirk. “Leave. Now.”
Dirk glared back -- for a minute Lily thought he was going to give him the finger -- but then left without a word.
Jamie opened his mouth as soon as the front door had closed behind Dirk (Lily was sure that everybody in the house was standing behind it, eavesdropping, or peeking out of the windows at them), “So he's your new boyfriend, then, is he?”
Lily ignored him.
“What are you doing here, Jamie?”
“You know what I'm doing here.”
Lily crossed her arms angrily and Jamie smiled to her annoyance.
“You're hot when you're angry, you know that?” He said with a crooked smile. If it had been any other day than today, that smile would have made Lily's legs turn to jelly.
“Shut up,” Lily snapped back. “It still doesn't explain what you're doing here.”
“Why do you think
Lily threw out her arms at him in exasperation. “I dunno, Jamie! I don't have time for your pathetic games.”
“Calm down, tiger. I'm here to see you, alright?”
Lily glared at him through narrowed eyes. “Why...
“I want another date with you. Let me prove to you that --”
“I can't. I'm with someone else now.” Lily looked away. The first thing her eyes fell on was Jamie's black, chopper. It was big and heavy looking. To keep it short, it was heavenly. She would kill to have a ride on one of those...
“Are you talking about that idiot you were with just now?”
Lily hesitated. Did she really want to tell him this much? What would his reaction be if she were to tell him the truth?
Jamie stayed cool and collected, raising an eyebrow mockingly, though Lily could see his fists turn into round balls in his crossed arms.
“Well, what can I say...?”
She bit her lip. This was it...
“Frankly, I'm disappointed. I had expected someone better. I never thought you could stoop that low.”
Lily's jaw tightened and she said through clenched teeth, “I have not stooped low!
He let out a small laugh, “Don't kid yourself, sweetheart.”
She could have hit him, but for some miraculous reason she didn't. She simply glared at him.
“Go to hell, Jamie. Just...” She struggled for words. “... fuck off and leave me alone. We're through.”
Then she turned on her heel and left with her back to him for the second time in just a few days.
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