Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

For some unknown, cruel reason, I had been the target of every child’s frustrations from the tender age of four.

:(

I’d long since grown tired of begging for love from a man who, in his own words, never wanted me.

She was a keeper.

a keeper you say 🤭🤭🤭

“I don’t know, Shan.” Lizzie chewed on her bottom lip. “Maybe one of us should go with you.” Shrugging, she added, “You know, just in case…”

i already don’t like this

I was wrong, though. Everything changed after that day. Everything.

oh naurrrr

And then she pulled her legs up on the bench and settled herself down for a nice old kip on my cock.

A CRAZY SENTENCE HSJDJJDKDK

Other than the obvious reason of horrendous timing, my cock was broken. Well, it wasn’t so much my cock being broken as it was the surrounding area, but getting hard could result in me passing out right alongside her.

ohhhhhh the groin injury

“You promise?” she whispered, a tiny smile pulling at her swollen lips. “Yeah,” I replied gruffly, feeling like I would promise all the fucking promises in the world just to make this girl feel better.

Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.

Gibsie snorted. “Says the eejit who’s been sticking his cock in anything with a pulse since first year.”

oop

“I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.” I smiled darkly and squeezed, cutting off his air supply.

OOP

Our school secretary was a short woman in her late twenties with peroxide-blond hair, a penchant for teenage boys, and a serious weakness for rugby players.

ew

“How’d you manage to convince Dee to hand it over?” I asked, changing the subject. “How’d you think?” I repressed a shudder. “Jesus.”

jesus is correct that’s what they need KSJFSHKD

“Look at her, Johnny,” he groaned, ignoring my jab. “Look at how beautiful that girl is. Christ, it might be that sunshine hair, but I swear she glows.”

that is so cute bruh wtf

“Don’t even think about it,” were the words that came out of my mouth. “I won’t—for now,” Gibs replied, eyes alight with mischief. “But I’ve a feeling that I’m going to marry her.”

stopppppp 🥺🥺

“My Shannon?” Hughie laughed. “She’s your Shannon now?” I shrugged, too drunk to defend or deny.

HEHEHEHEHEH

“Claire-Bear!” a familiar voice called out. Claire spun around and I swear her entire face lit up when she noticed Gibsie jogging toward us. “You did it!” she screamed and then flung herself at him.

awww 🥹🥹

“Where were you?” Dad demanded, watching me like a hawk from his perch at the kitchen table when I walked through the doorway. The familiar swell of panic built inside of me.

oh no :((((

“You have a problem, Gibs. A big one.” “It’s only a problem if you admit it,” he countered with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that how it works, Johnny?”

i love gibs hehehe

“I’m Ronan, by the way. Ronan McGarry. We have French together.”

i just knew it was ronan’s annoying ass *sigh*

Immediate recognition hit me. Number 7. Gerard “Gibsie” Gibson. Claire’s crush. The cat walker. The strange one.

SEE WE LOVE GIBSIEEEE

“Yeah,” Johnny replied, rubbing his jaw almost absentmindedly. He had this strange expression etched on his face as he looked at me, one I couldn’t quite depict. “I do know.”

he’s realizing she gets it 🥺🥺🥺 BRUH STOP IM FOLDING FOR THEM ALREADY

“Fine,” I snapped, blinking back the familiar sting of tears as I proceeded to tell him exactly what I was thinking.

TELL HIM GIRL

“You have no fucking clue of what you’re talking about!” he snapped back. “I get that you mean well, but I know my own shit. I know my own body.”

JOHNNY ISTG KDJSKD

“Who’s this?” she asked, lips twitching as she tapped her finger on the newspaper lying open on the counter.

oh im TERRIFIED to get to shannons pov omg nooooo

“Local or national?” “National.”

NATIONAL NEWS ????

“Good day?” were the words I was greeted with when I stepped through the front door after my disastrous car ride with Johnny.

oh here we go

was standing in the small hallway, with a rolled-up newspaper clutched in his hand, asking me about my day, and that was a terrifying concept.

oh NOOOOO IM STRESSED

“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”

wow. got the chills

“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?”

“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.”

hehehe

Seeing Ciara Maloney, my greatest tormentor from my old school and the giver of my eyelid scar, sitting among them made my entire body coil up with dread. Like she could sense me watching her, Ciara turned her face in my direction.

oh god

“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”

AAAAAAAAAA

Get your ass away from this girl before you do something stupid like lose your heart as well as your head,

I grabbed two shot glasses off the tray and tossed them back. And then, for good measure, I threw back another four shots before settling on my vodka and Red Bull.

GAH DAMNN

You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.

Sniffling, I turned to look at him. “You’re not coming back, are you?” Joey just stared at me, eyes filled with tears. “I can’t,” he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. “If I go back inside that house, I’ll kill them both.”

:((((((

“Goodbye, Joey,” I whispered numbly, and then I climbed out and walked inside.

nooo my girl :((((

“Operation Binding Thirteen, anyone?” “Ugh, those girls are dopes,” Claire grumbled. “I thought that stupid competition phased out last year.”

oop lol

I walked over to my bag and picked it up, only to notice a torn-out page from a copybook flutter to the floor. I ignored it.

girl what

“Honestly, Johnny offering to drop me home is probably just another one of his ways of trying to make up for knocking me up on the pitch.” “Excuse me?” Mrs. Kavanagh spluttered, eyes bulging.

not the best choice of vocabulary girlie KDJSKDJ

The worst part was knowing that if my mother hadn’t shown up when she had, there was a very big chance I would’ve kissed her.

AAAAA

“It’s nice,” I told him. “You’re lucky to have a mother like her.” “Yeah,” he shot back sarcastically. “Sure I am.” He was.

:((((((

“Yeah, well, I don’t see her like that.” Lie. Lie. Barefaced lie. “She’s just a friend.” More lies. “That’s it, Ma.”

PLEASE DONT TELL ME SHES LISTENING TO ALL THIS

The Consequences of Kissing Boys in Bedrooms

THE CHAPTER TITLE IM SCREAMINGGGGGG

He turned back around to face me, grabbed both sides of my towel, and pushed them together. To cover me, I realized. Because I had obviously been flashing him.

GIRL DKJSKDSJDNDKXNDJ

Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.

NOT HER MAKING THE FIRST MOVE AAAAAAAAAAAAA

“Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.”

She was much older than me—and much more beautiful. Her black hair was cut in one of those classy bob-style haircuts that all the celebrities were currently sporting, and her face was flawless. She was tall and had a killer hourglass figure with huge boobs bulging against the fabric of her navy jumper.

oh god pls tell me its not

“I’m Bella,” she announced, pushing off the sink.

well fuck me