I attach myself to her side and then chat non stop about nothing in particular. Mainly to divert her attention away from Jackson, who's standing next to me, and now striking up a conversation with new guy number one, who looks like he's into fitness and health too. But Sandy's a sharp cookie and not fooled for a minute. She's intuitive with a capital I. “How long have you two been here?” she asks suspiciously. “Well I got here ten minutes ago,” I lie. “I'm not sure when the others arrived.” “Yeah, right. Well, this should go down well,” she says, sarcastically. Obviously I'm not a good liar. And she's sharper than a cookie, more like a sword. I come clean. “Okay, okay... I've been here a while. We kinda got together, outside,” I whisper in her ear. “It's none of my business, actually,” she huffs. “Sand... don't be off...” I start. “I'm not off.” “Yes you are. “ “Look, if you want to shag his best friend, go and do it. Only please don't rub my nose in it, because I'm just about dying for Mason to shag me.”
