Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

I would like to dedicate Binding 13 to anyone who’s ever had a dream they dared to chase with insatiable hunger and drive. This story is for you.

Life, for me, was a bitter disappointment, and at the time, I had wanted no further part in it.

I didn’t do it because I was too much of a coward. I was too afraid of it not working and waking up and having to face the consequences.

I was a fucki...

I was perturbed beyond all rationality when a girl strolled across the pitch—fucking strolled right through the training grounds.

O.O

Fucking eejits.

EEJIOTIC BAHFOON FAYCEZ

This girl was going to get me into trouble. I was in enough trouble as it stood. Almost decapitating the girl wasn’t going to look good for me.

“Here.” Reaching for the hem of my jersey, I pulled it over my head and ordered, “Put that on.” “It’s filthy,” she sobbed, but didn’t stop me when I pulled it down over her head. She slipped her hands into the sleeves and I felt an immense amount of relief when the hem fell to her knees, covering her up.

:'( <3

“Are you okay, Miss Lynch?” Mr. Twomey asked, prodding her like she was an uncooked turkey he didn’t want to catch salmonella from.

“I won’t let you fall,” I automatically replied in a soothing tone. “It’s okay.” I felt her slip and pulled her upright, holding onto the tiny thing for all I was worth. “I’ve got you,” I coaxed, tightening my arm around her. “You’re good.”

“You feel so warm,” she whispered and I felt her cheek nuzzle against my bare chest. “Like a hot-water bottle.”

“Hey,” I coaxed, giving her face a little shake with both hands. “Hey…girl?” I added lamely because I didn’t even know her name. I’d almost killed the girl and I didn’t know her fucking name.

“Hey, hey!” I said louder now. “Look at me.” I shook her head. “Look at my face.” This time she did. She opened her eyes, and fuck me, I unintentionally sucked in a sharp breath. Jesus, this girl was beautiful.

“Hi,” she breathed. I blew out a relieved breath. “Hi.” “That’s really your face?” she asked, eyes drooping, as she studied me with a vacant expression. “It’s so pretty.” “Uh, thanks?” I offered uncomfortably, still cupping her cheeks in my hands. “It’s the only one I have.”

“I’ve got your back.” “No, you got my head,” she croaked out. She glanced down at her body and sighed. “Actually, I think you ruined all of me.” Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.

Fuck, I had a feeling that her pretty face would be cemented in the fore point of my mind for a very long time. But it was those wild eyes that really struck me, and I had this crazy urge to google eye color charts just so I could figure out the fucking color blue in her eyes. I would do that later, I decided. Creepy or not, I needed to know.

WISH SOMEONE CARED ABOUT BROWN EYES THIS MUCH

A girl, a fucking female I’d known for no longer than two hours, had managed to do what no one else ever had: knock me off-kilter. Shannon like the river was on my mind, and I didn’t fucking like it.

I didn’t like that she was taking up valuable time in my head.

Troubled. That’s what Dee called her. But weren’t all teenagers a little fucked up and troubled sometimes?

I even managed to pass most of my pre-junior cert exams, with the exception of math and business studies. No amount of studying seemed to help with those subjects. But I had scored my first A since first year in science, so I took comfort in that.

Oh, I know EXACTLY where this is going ;)

Bella was a couple of years older than him, more experienced, and from what Lizzie had told me, reported to her by the boys, sucked dick like a Dyson. So yeah, it was a safe bet to say Johnny had been on the receiving end of a healthy number of blow jobs and god knows what else from her. I was just thankful we had a Henry hoover at home and not a fancy-pants Dyson, so I didn’t gag every time I cleaned my room to that particular image.

Loooool I would hate it too

I simply enjoyed admiring him. From a safe distance. When he wasn’t looking. Yeah, that wasn’t unhealthy at all.

“Boys with pretty eyes and big muscles mess everything up for girls,” Claire huffed.

“Are you listening?” Gibsie growled in a breathless tone, grabbing onto my shoulder in the hopes that I would pull his lazy ass around.

Me as a friend

“There is no goddamn way any fella in your position”—he pointed a finger at me and then sagged forward, pressing his hands to the back of his head—“with a broken dick should be able to run for this long without dropping dead.” Groaning he added, “My cock’s in perfect working order and it’s fucking crying from exertion, Johnny! Crying! And my balls have hibernated back to their prepuberty position.”

I had “speed” because I spent most of my childhood and all of my teenage years working on my body. While Gibsie and the lads were playing knock-and-run and spin the fucking bottle, I was on a pitch. When they were chasing girls, I was chasing gains.

“Watching me train again?” Gibsie called across the courtyard. “You know I love when you do that.” It took me a few seconds to recognize the leggy blond as Hughie Biggs’s baby sister. “What was that?” Claire called back, cupping her ear with her hand. “I can’t hear you.” “Go out with me!” “Get stuffed, Gerard!” “You know you want to,” Gibsie laughed, twiddling his fingers at her in salute. “My little brown-eyed girl.” “Don’t do it, Gerard!” Claire’s face turned bright red. “Don’t you dare sing that—” Gibs cut her off with a verse of Van Morrison. “I hate you, Gerard Gibson!” Claire hissed when he was done serenading her like a demented crow. “And I love you, too,” he said, laughing, before turning his attention to me and stifling a groan. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned so that only I could hear him. “I swear to god, lad, that girl drives me crazy.”

OKAY STOP CAUSE THE PLAYBOY SECRETLY IN LOVE IS SUCH A KILLER TROPE. I LOOOOOVE THIS BANTER

“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.”

How every girl wishes a boy looked at her like this

“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.”

“Did I say I was going to marry her today?” Gibsie countered. “No, fucker, I did not, so clean your ears out. I meant when I’m old as fuck and I’m done sowing my wild oats.” “Old as fuck?” I gaped at him. “Sowing your wild oats?” “Yeah.” He shrugged. “You know, like thirty or something.”

“She’s a needle-in-a-condom type, lad,” Gibsie shot back. “And you’re a shining beacon of light for those girls—with a huge neon euro sign hanging over your head.”

“Are you relieved Bella ended whatever the fuck you’d call what you two were doing because you were tired of Bella?” He studied my face for a few moments before adding, “Or because you’re into the girl?” His question caused me to pause mid-button. “The girl?” “Yeah, the girl.” “What girl?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “The fucking girl, Johnny,” Gibsie growled, throwing his hands up.

The one you spend your days swapping gooey eyes with at school.” “Gooey eyes?” Pulling my jumper down over my stomach, I stepped into my shoes. “What the hell are gooey eyes?”

“Swooning eyes,” Gibsie snapped, exasperated now. “Smoldering gazes. Fuck-me looks. I-want-to-eat-your pussy signals.” He shook his head and reached for a can of deodorant out o...

“You’re tapped, Gibs,” I announced, deciding on deflection. “Seriously, man, sometimes I really worry about what’s...

“My eyes are in perfect working order.” “Your dick’s in perfect working order, too,”

“I’m not talking about her.” “Why not?” he pressed. “Because I’m bleeding not, Gibs.” “Because you like her,” Gibsie stated. “Because she’s not up for debate,” I snapped. “Because you really like her,” he corrected. “Because you want her.”

“I wish you would just admit it, lad,” Gibsie mumbled. “And I wish you would mind your own fucking business,”

“You overthink everything, man. You talk about my head being messed up, but yours must be a fucking horrible place to be—what with all that overanalyzing you do.”

“I just don’t understand what the issue is,” he argued. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. You clearly like Sharon.” “Her name isn’t Sharon.” I shot him a dirty look and then returned to packing up my bag. “It’s Shannon, and I don’t like her.” “That was a trick question.” He grinned. “And you passed with flying colors.” I grunted my response.

“Shut the fuck up, Gibsie!” “Fine,” he huffed, scowling. “I won’t talk.” I mentally counted in my head, wondering how long Gibsie could keep his mouth shut, but only got to seven when he started back up with his verbal bullshit. “How are you managing with ejaculating?”

I was going the fuck home. To get away from the absolute mental case that was my best friend. And to check on my balls.

“I’ve never even kissed a boy.” “That’s just sad, Shan,” Lizzie retorted. I flamed beet red.

HEY NOW, i didn't have my first kiss till i was 16

“He broke up with you?” I gasped. “I’ll kick his ass,” Claire hissed.

Claire is me

“It’s the cat.” She frowned. “Brian?” “You named your cat Brian?” I chuckled.

“So why are you still here?” Lizzie quipped as she flicked through a magazine. “Hey,” I admonished quietly, poking her rib. “Don’t be mean.”

Me @ Cameron

“Jesus Christ,” Gibsie breathed. “Your girl here is like the pussy whisperer.”

I wanted to ask him about it, but I held my tongue, knowing that it wouldn’t do me any good. I didn’t need to add any more Johnny-obsessed thoughts into my already Johnny-filled mind.

Leaning against the wall of the pub, I allowed my thoughts to wander back to those lonesome eyes. I wanted to see those eyes. And the girl they belonged to.

Tomorrow, when I woke up with a clear head, I would no doubt feel every ounce of the implications of my wayward thoughts, but for now, while I was temporarily void of a moral compass, I envisioned all the terrible fantasies in great colorful detail. It was nice.