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Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.
She was just so fucking pretty.
It mattered that she mattered when no one ever mattered to me before.
“Look at how beautiful that girl is. Christ, it might be that sunshine hair, but I swear she glows.”
She was nice to think about. She was fucking beautiful. Her voice. Her hair. Her smell. The way she spoke. Every single part of her.
“You’ve been touching yourself since we got in the car,” I announced. “Jesus Christ!” Johnny hissed, gaping at me in horror. I immediately regretted my choice of words and began to backpedal. “I mean, not touching yourself. Obviously, you weren’t touching yourself touching yourself—” “Please stop talking,” Johnny begged, holding up a hand.
“I’ll protect you, Shannon like the river.”
Shannon soaked up every sliver of my attention. It wasn’t a healthy feeling, but it was an addictive one.
So much for not bulldozing. They might as well slap a CAT sticker on my forehead and switch on my hazards, I seemed to do so much of it around this girl.
“You are a Jackeen,” he argued. I rolled my eyes. “And you are a smelly fucking culchie from the back ass of nowhere.” “Fuck you, city boy.” “Fuck you right back, country boy.” “Capital Dick.” “Rebel Wankstain.”
“Coach can kiss my lily-white ass,”
“Thank fuck, ’cause I’m in love.” “You’re in love?” I nodded happily. “And she’s a river.” “Well, that’s…lovely, pet,” Mam coaxed, sounding confused. “Good boy.” “I’m gonna sail my boat down her river,” I snickered. “My dick boat.”