What do I do here?
I know what I want to do. I know it’ll upset others and that’s where I’m stuck. I hate causing more issues than we’re already dealing with, but if Roman has taught me anything it’s to do what I want, not what others want of me. Well when I can, and my life doesn’t hang in the balance, and right now is one of those times I can.
It’ll be making a statement...
Fuck it.
If I care enough to internally cuss then I care enough to suit myself. I don’t look back at Roman, because if he seems mad I’ll change my mind to please him, and this isn’t about him.
I make sure to keep myself relaxed as I walk through the crowd, like I’m not breaking code, but we’re not in high school anymore. I approach Luna’s table, and I’m petrified she’s going to tell me to get lost. So I try to make it less overbearing, and take a seat next to her friend with her across the table instead, scanning my ticket at the end as I pass.
The tables are long with matching benches, with a machine at the end to scan your receipt, so they know where to bring your order.
Whatever they were talking about is paused as she stares me down, while her friend observes her with me. I think we’re both waiting for a bomb to go off. Trying not to spook her I give her a smile and turn to her friend.
“Hey Jessica, right?”
“Err, yeah.”
She’s surprised I’m sitting here right now, but she also has a look of fear in her eyes. I get I’m an Ace, but I’ve never been cruel to her. I can’t help the confusion on my face, which she registers and leans toward me shaking her head.
“Not you, but the silence in here has me believe it’s about to kick off, where do you stand when that happens, because it’s going to?” She murmurs, folding her arms on the table.
It’s deadly silent in here, I hadn’t noticed because my mind was focused on getting here. Trying not to blatantly look around, I see that all eyes are looking in one of three directions, waiting on a reaction.
If they aren’t looking at me sitting with Luna, they are staring at the guys who are standing at the order station assessing me and the situation in front of them, or worse, they’re staring at Wren because if this blows up it’ll start with her.
I look Luna straight in her eyes, while responding to Jessica.
“I made my decision when I walked over here. Luna’s done more for me this morning than Wren has in four years. There’s a lot of Featherstone politics around here but where I eat my lunch isn’t one of them. Is that okay?” I have to ask, to make sure she’s not going to kill me.
She takes me in for a moment, bracing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her clasped hands, finally she nods her head at me. Thank god.
I smile at her as I relax back into my seat, sipping my water so I can look over at the guys without being obvious. As I do I see Oscar pat Roman on the shoulder and saunter over like he’s amazing, and right now? Right now he is, because he just backed me. It might be because he’s hot for Luna but the why doesn’t matter.
Looking back to Roman he’s staring at me already, with a raised eyebrow. Code for ‘are you sure about this?’ I nod and that has him moving in my direction with Kai behind him. I look back at Luna.
“I apologize in advance, it’s about to get busy over here,” I smirk.
Her confusion only lasts a moment before Oscar arrives, scanning his ticket, and sitting next to her.
“Hello beautiful, you miss me?” his grin on full display.
I can’t help but laugh when she doesn’t answer him, just rolls her eyes, but there’s amusement in them.
Roman arrives, scans, and pushes Oscar clear down the bench, taking his seat next to Luna.
“Fuck off Roman I got here first,” Oscar sulks, banging the table like a child.
Jessica starts laughing, as Kai joins us and sits on my other side. Luna’s not laughing, she’s not doing anything, and I think that’s because Roman is sitting next to her, she’s waiting for his shit.
“Roman, can you not be overbearing? It’s food time. I want to relax, which is why I sat here, but your brick walls are bumping Luna’s concrete walls and ...”
Before I can finish my sentence there is a screech so piercing my ear drums hurt.
“Shit,” calls Oscar.
“For god’s sake,” groans Kai.
The girls are looking at each other, aware of what’s coming. I look to Roman, this is my fault but it’s Luna that’s going to get the backlash. He must see the pleading in my eyes because he nods, and leans into Luna, whispering in her ear. Whatever he says doesn’t relax her, but she does nod.
Fuck me they’re the same person with their own nodding language.
“What the fuck are you doing Roman? Get your guys and move your asses,” Wren yells, as she stands at the end of the table, hands on her hips.
It’s laughable, how she thinks we’re just Roman’s puppets.
“Wren, fuck off will you? We’re busy,” Roman responds, as he tucks a loose strand of Luna’s hair behind her ear.
It’s intimate for Roman, he doesn’t do PDA. So it’ll rile Wren up, because she’s always throwing herself at him with no success.
“Roman, I’m not playing around here,” she yells, flicking her hair back.
God her voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
“Neither am I Wren, now. Fuck. Off.”
I think steam is about to come out of her ears. Wren does not like it when she doesn’t get her own way, but I don’t care about pleasing her. I see the moment her eyes lock on
