Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Concentrate, Gibs,” I ordered. “I need your help here, man.” “I can’t,” he grumbled, brows set in a deep frown. “I know I’m right, Johnny. I go to mass every Sunday, you know.” “Good for you,” I mocked. “Maybe you should pray to Jesus for some common sense—” My words fell off my tongue when he stalked over to me and dragged my seat out of the way. “Dammit, Gibs!” I barked. “Where the hell are you going?” “To the library,” he shot back, yanking the door open. “You’re wrong. I’m googling it. And then I’m printing it off and posting it all over the fucking school,” he added as he sauntered out of the room. “Watch me resurrect the truth.” “Fine,” I muttered wearily. “Go for it.” Less than ten minutes later, Gibsie returned with a sheepish expression. “It’s not a word,” he announced, stalking back through the doorway. “I know,” I deadpanned. “Now that you have that worked out of your system, do you think you can you help me?” “I just don’t get it.” Gibsie groaned, plopping into the armchair across from mine. “How is it not a word?” “Gibsie, please!” “I just want the word, Johnny.” “Fine, it’s your word,” I agreed, exasperated. “You can have it. Fucking call the Oxford Dictionary and trademark the bleeding word for all I care. Just help me.” “Yeah, well, I might just do that,” Gibsie huffed, running a hand through his blond hair. “Right, tell me about your problem.” I exhaled a heavy sigh. “I like her.” “Okaaay,” he drawled. “Tell me what the problem is.” “That’s my problem,” I...