Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Meanwhile, I couldn’t care less about what shaped ball he kicked around a field. Rugby was a sport. It was a game. It wasn’t all he was. It was just one part of him. The only part that mattered to these girls, apparently. It was disgusting, and I refused to join in on a conversation that reminded me heavily of the conversations I’d overhead girls have about Joey. “I guess.” I shrugged noncommittally. “He’s a very good player.” Both girls laughed. “She’s totally blushing,” Shelly teased. “Look, don’t even bother, Shan.” I frowned. “Bother with what?” “Liking him,” she replied. “Johnny doesn’t even look sideways at the girls in his own year, let alone girls in lowly third year.” “Actually, that’s not true,” Claire tossed back cattily. “He gave her a spin home from school.” She cast me a mischievous grin. “Twice.” Blushing, I made a mental note to never tell Claire a goddamn thing again. Both girls swung their gazes toward me. “You lucky bitch,” Shelly breathed, wide-eyed. “You were in his car?” Helen demanded. I shrugged, feeling very exposed in this moment, but didn’t reply. “And she was in the papers with him,” Claire added. “Hughie showed me. All the lads were talking about it because Johnny never stands in pictures with girls.” “He’s never in the papers with girls,” Helen accused. “When did this happen?” “Before she went out to dinner with him at Biddies,” Claire offered with a huge grin. “And the cinema. Oh, and after she spent her birthday at his house.” “Oh my fucking...