Chapter six

"Thanks for last night, by the way," I say to Rudy.

His head turns in my direction and he raises an eyebrow. "Whatcha talking about love?"

I frown. "Last night?"

"What are you talkin' about love?" He throws his hands up and I shake my head.

Should have known he'd start acting like a twat again. Surprise, surprise! I shake my head and decide to not bother - I mean, what's the point?

"Right you little twats," Shaun, the probation worker, sighs as he enters the locker-room. "You have someone new joining this little group of fuck-ups."

A girl stalks into the room. Everything about her screams confidence and sex. Long, white blonde hair that spirals down her back, pulled loosely into a ponytail with matching baby-blue eyes. Her pale, creamy skin and perfectly pink lips are more than enough to send jealously coursing through me.

She grins at each of us, flashing white teeth. "Hey."

"You alright?" Curtis grins, showing a very 'aren't-I-sexy' kind of smile.

Rudy and Jon just leer. It's disturbing. She raises a perfectly waxed eyebrow in my direction as if to question my lack of response. I offer a slight smile but that's where my friendliness ends. They're all a bunch of prats anyway. I just have to get through this - and then it's likely I'll never see any of them again.

"So you all get the fun of cleaning my car today," Shaun tells us.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that," Rudy scoffs.

Shaun glances across at him and his face doesn't change, doesn't even waver. "Uh, I'm pretty sure you do whatever the fuck I tell you to do."

Rudy opens and then closes his mouth and shrugs. I roll my eyes and walk forward, quickly picking up a bucket. As I'm filling it, the girl comes over and stands next to me, copying my movements.

"I'm Emma," she offers.

"Natasha. Just Natasha," I reply, dipping my hand in to feel the water.

"That's really hot, how come it doesn't bother you?" She questions, sounding surprised, quickly running a hand under my water to double check. She jerks back with a hiss.

I shrug. "Heat doesn't affect me like others."

"How come?"

"I don't know."

"But, it's really hot."

I pull a face as I turn from her and shake my head. "I know."

I pick up a sponge and head out, ignoring Curtis and Rudy talking quietly about who'd they do and who they wouldn't. Don't fucking want to hear it.

"What's your problem then?" Jon asks.

"Excuse me?" I snap.

"You're right moody today."

"I can't be fucked with this shit is all, cleaning out that dick's car."

"Oi! I heard that!" Shaun calls from somewhere in his office as we pass it.

I roll my eyes. I couldn't care less whether he heard or not. He doesn't seem to really care either way - so why does it matter?

Outside, his car just sits there - it's wrecked. Covered in thick grime and mud all up the side. I pass a hand over my face and kneel, away from the others and start furiously scrubbing. Five minutes later and the sponge is almost black - and the I've barely made a dent.

"So, uh, whatcha think of this new girl, huh?" Ruddy asks, appearing out of no-where.

I shrug. "Don't know, but I bet you wanna shag her."

"Gosh, that 'urt you know!" He says with fake pain, clasping a hand over his chest. "Me poor 'art."

"Your heart is on the other side of your chest."

"Oh, er," he quickly corrects it. "Just testin'..."

"I bet you were," I sigh.

"So, er, how would fancy, comin' with me, for a drink tonight?"

I stop cleaning and twist my head to glance at him. "What?"

"Well er, I've seen the way you've been - ah, lookin' at me," he winks. "So, why not?"

I shake my head. "No fucking away."

"And why fookin' not?" He demands.

"I don't go for drinks with twats," I hiss before climbing to my feet, grabbing my bucket and stomping off to the other side of the car.