Its a thin line between love a hate

John...

Ruby's POV
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"Christy I'm literally gonna kill you!!!" I scream at her as soon as I regain consciousness.

"I didn't know you'd black out. " She says, trying to look innocent.

"What happened?" The blonde one asks.

"She fucking punched me!"

"Only 'cus you kicked me!"

"Well I had to stop you telling him didn't I?"

"Tell me what?" Blonde guy asks confused.

"Ruby doesn't know your-"

"-Shoe size!" I interrupt, shouting loudly.

What? I don't want him to know about the name thing.

"Hmm... Oh really?" Christy says acting innocent.

"Yes?" I ask.

"NOOOOO I punched you because you didn't know his-" I cut her off by putting my hand over her mouth.

"I know you love to punch me." I smile at her patronisingly.

I smile at him dismissively and walked away, still holding Christy's mouth.

We walked far away from the blonde guy, who Ally seemed to have left for Harry. She was laughing and Harry had a angry face. Haha, sucks to be him.

"What's up?" Christy says. Oh yeah I let go of her.

Ally throws her head back and laughs.

"It's not funny." Harry says.

"Yes it is! Why would you think that I would sleep with Jim in that way." Ally says. "He's engaged for god sake."

"Ew." I mutter under my breath. A mental image stuck in my head.

"Were you jealous?" Christy says smirking.

"What? No. Pff." He says, the bright red blush cascading down on his cheeks suggesting otherwise.

"Right..." Christy says sarcastically.

"I wasn't." He whines.

"Then why did you run away?" Ally sings, smirking.

"Well... Um..." He scrambles around looking for anything that might save him from the awkward situation he's slipped into.
"Having sex at your age is horrific."

"Yeah? And how old we're you when you had it?" I challenge him, sitting down next to Ally.

He pauses, caught out by the curveball question I threw him. "Yeah... But I'm a boy." Harry states. Wow, sexist or what?

"That's sexist, and how old was the girl?"

"Shit." He mumbled.

I left him in the grave he'd dig himself for a moment to turn to Ally.

"What's the blonde, Irish guys name?" I whisper to her.

"John." She says simply.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah." she says smiling at me.

"Right then." I say, flashing her a genuine smile. "Thanks!"