“I can talk to anyone I want.” “Not when they sell you drugs, you can’t.” “I told you that I didn’t take anything.” “That doesn’t mean that you weren’t tempted.” “You can’t tell me what to do, Molloy.” “Even when it’s for your own good?” “Even then. You don’t own me.” “Yeah, I do.” “No, Molloy.” I blew out a frustrated breath. “You don’t.” She glared back at me. “You’re here, aren’t you?” “Because you spat the dummy.” “And you came running.” I narrowed my eyes. “Molloy.” She narrowed her eyes right back at me. “Joey.” Jesus, I couldn’t deal with this girl.
