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Hughie Biggs, our number 10,
seventeen, six foot three,
“I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.”
He had no right to put his hands on me and I did nothing to stop him.
I had learned a valuable lesson tonight though, and that was to never ask a girl what she was thinking if you weren’t prepared to take a huge fucking knock to the ego.
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
This one is for keeps.
and two plus two equals a bad bitch.”
I just wanted her. For keeps.
“Boom, boom, fucking boom.”