Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“I play,” he finally said. “For Tommen. Yeah, I know,” I quipped. “I saw you, and I still have an egg on the back to my head to prove it.” Johnny grimaced. “No,” he pressed, tone oddly serious. “I mean I play.” I stared blankly back at him. “That’s…good?” He released an impatient laugh. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” “Nope.” I shook my head. “I honestly don’t.” He considered this for a long moment before nodding. “I like that.” “You like what?” “That you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he replied without hesitation. “It’s a little insulting and a lot refreshing.” “Uh, well, you’re welcome?” I offered, not knowing what to say to that. “So, rugby’s your thing, huh?” Johnny smirked. “You could say that.” I felt like I was missing something here. “And you’re good?” I thought he was good. I thought he was the best out there last Friday, but I didn’t have a clue about the sport. His smile widened, eyes crinkling slightly, as he repeated his earlier words, “You could say that.” Okay, I was definitely missing something. “Am I going to be embarrassed by this?” I asked, racking my brain for information that might help me. I didn’t have any. Sure, I knew he was the captain of the school team, and those photographers and reporters were snapping at his heels, but I figured that had to do with him being captain and the best player on the field that day. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something. “If I do an internet search on you, am I go...