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The smile he was sporting grew into a full, perfectly straight pearly-white smile. “Hi, Shannon.”
“I saw you.”
“We were talking,” Johnny bit out. He cast a scathing glare at the photographer and then walked right over to me.
“What’s your relationship?” “Private,” Johnny shot back coolly.
“I’m at school,” he stated in a sharp tone. “On school grounds. With a minor.”
I am friends with Claire, but I’m not going to the party.”
“I’m fucking talking here, Pierce,”
“Boys with pretty eyes and big muscles mess everything up for girls.”
And she looked terrified…
“Well, Gerard told me to invite you along.”
I feel bad bc they actually genuinely like her and she cant see it :(
“You are friends with me because you love me,”
Claire turned beet red, causing Lizzie to growl.
“Pierce is a bleeding saint.”
“I’m Ronan, by the way. Ronan McGarry. We have French together.”
Oh yeah youre going to get your ass beat
My heart sank. Every muscle in my body locked tight with dread.
“You’re a suicidal little fucker, aren’t you?”
“You know he’s going to kill you, don’t you?”
“That sounded desperate—and a little rapisty.”
“For the threat, I’m going to fuck your mother, McGarry,” Gibsie shot back. “And then I’m going to cum
all over her tits, and she’s going to love every minute of it.”
“Go and tell uncle-coachy all about what I have planned with his sister.”
“Get going, Forrest.”
“Unlike your stupid ass, I’m not suicidal and have no intention of putting myself in the firing line.”
“Be glad it’s not you, fuckface,”
No one moved. Good. These lads had loyalty.
“Listen, I need you to trust me when I tell you that little scene with McGarry had more to do with me than you.”
She did it for us. Because she loved us. And we were not to suffer for our parents’ poor decisions.
That was a lie. I wasn’t her special anything. Darren was her favorite,
“He has a name,”
“He was worried about me so he called me a whore?”
“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.”
If he kicked the shit out me, then I would heal.
“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?”
“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.”
One, I didn’t have credit. Two, she didn’t deserve to be put at ease. Why should she, when I spent my entire life in state of constant unease?
There was nothing forgettable about the girl, and I found myself gravitating toward her, wanting to find her looking at me, and then growing frustrated when she didn’t. Knowing that I would listen to whatever she had to say, whenever she wanted to say it, regardless of time or inconvenience, was a frightening concept.
“You’re limping, Johnny,”
and I would never go off with one of her friends.
“Because I was recovering from surgery!”
“Because you were never my girlfriend,”
“Because you never asked me to be your girlfriend, Johnny,”
“No, Bella, because you never wanted me,”
“I don’t want to ask you,”
I hated her. Sometimes more than I hated him.
:(
and I had spent a good portion of the night contemplating the worst possible thoughts.
With wide eyes, I watched as Johnny unzipped the black coat he was wearing and draped it over my shoulders.
“You’d tell me if someone was giving you trouble at school?” Shannon stood with her hand gripping my car door for the longest moment, big blue eyes locked on mine. Finally, she nodded.
and the hand he kept on my lower back as he spoke,
“If you’re not allowed to eat treats, then a terrible place,”
Agreed
