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“I’m fifteen.” Fuck my luck.
IM DYIBGG
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Now why in the holy hell did I have to ask that? You are almost two years older than this girl, asshole! She’s too young for you. You know the rules. Stand the fuck down.
“Do you?” “No, Shannon.” I smirked. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
HELLPP
“I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.”
It wouldn’t happen again. Not on my goddamn watch.
I’d never had this level of normality before. I’d never felt safe. But I was starting to. And I had a feeling he had something to do with it. Johnny Kavanagh. I mean, he had to, right? I didn’t have that kind of power, so that left him.
“Johnny and Orlando, what girl can say no to that?” “Not you,” I laughed. Claire was obsessed with Johnny Depp. He was her wallpaper on her phone, and his face was plastered all over her bedroom walls. “I love him,” she announced with a dreamy sigh. “I do. It’s real, hard-core love, and one day he’ll come to Ireland, see me, and instantly reciprocate my feelings. And then we’ll run away together and create adorable hybrid pirate babies.”
“How’s it going, Claire-Bear?” a deep male voice asked, distracting us both. “Oh, hey, Gerard,” Claire acknowledged in a nonchalant tone as she looked up at the ginormous blond boy standing at the end of our table. “How are you?” “Better now I’m talking to you,” he purred as he walked over and propped his ass on the table, keeping his huge back to me and his attention locked on my friend. “You’re looking as lovely as always.” Claire’s gaze darted from his face to mine and she gave me a WTF eye bulge before quickly sobering her features and saying, “Didn’t I hear you spin that same line to
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With light-blond hair and brown eyes, Hugh Biggs was the male equivalent of his sister, except with abs, masculine features, and the obvious boy parts. Hugh didn’t attend the same primary school as us, but he had always been friendly to me when I went to their house. He was one of the few boys aside from Joey that I didn’t feel on edge around. Hughie always left me alone and I appreciated it.
“Come on, Claire-Bear,” he teased. “Is that any way to talk about the guy who gave you your first kiss?”
“Oh, look,” she gasped, pointing behind me. “Johnny’s coming over here.”
Shannon Lynch had eyes the color of midnight blue that wouldn’t stay the fuck out of my head. At least that’s the closest comparison I could find on the countless internet searches I had performed.
HE LOOKED FOR HER EYE COLOR OMG
Color chart searches on the internet were confusing, but not nearly as baffling as my fucked-up brain that, like a broken record, seemed to be stuck on repeat.
I fucking liked her.
Too fucking many of the eejits in my year were talking about her, thinking about her, and plotting about her, and it drove me batshit crazy.
“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.”
A sudden swell of something filled my chest when I recognized the brunette as Shannon. Goddammit, why did she have to look like that? Why did every single thing about that tiny fucking girl scream out to me? It wasn’t fair.
She had none of the above. But she had legs. And hair. And a smile. And those fucking midnight blue eyes—which I didn’t think was a good enough word to describe the color. They should have been called soul blue because they were deep as fuck and sucked a person right in…
I had always been proud of my body. I had been blessed with natural muscle retention and physical strength, and I paid for every ab on my stomach with a grueling training regime. I worked damn hard to keep myself in peak physical condition, but the purple balls, swollen sac, and oozing scar weren’t something I wanted anyone to see.
watched reruns of One Tree Hill,
“I think I’d die if I saw a penis coming toward me.”
ME CORE
“What a creep,” I spat out. “It’s okay,” Lizzie interjected. “Claire got her own back on him, didn’t you?” “Not intentionally,” she objected. “Oh, come off it.” Lizzie rolled her eyes. “You knew exactly what he would do when you went crying to him.” “Who?” I asked. “What did you do?” Lizzie smirked. “She went running to her shadow.” I arched a brow. “Who?” “Gibsie,” Lizzie filled in. “Oh my god.” My eyes lit up. “What did he do?” “What do you think he did?” Lizzie shot back. “He jumped in to defend her honor.” “He didn’t!” “He did,” Claire chirped gleefully. “He broke Jamie’s nose,” Lizzie
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MY MANNNN
“You could’ve come to me,” Lizzie said. “I would’ve gladly kneed that eejit in the balls on your behalf—”
My gf ok
“There’s no time,” he replied. “I need your help, babe.” “I’m not your babe,” Claire grumbled and tossed another pillow at him. “What if I had been naked in here?” “Then I would die a happy man,” he retorted as the second pillow smacked against his chest.
“He wasn’t feeling well,” Gibsie replied. “I took him for a walk.”
?? Hes my man sadly
“What kind of accident?” Claire growled. He shrugged sheepishly. “The explosive diarrhea kind?”
OH
“That boy is an idiot,” Lizzie muttered, not looking up from her page. “Our friend is in love with a class-A idiot.” “He’s not that bad,” I replied and then quickly backpedaled. “Hold on—you think Claire’s in love with Gibsie?” Now Lizzie looked at me. “Isn’t it obvious?” she asked. “What girl in her right mind puts up with years of flirting and tormenting if she doesn’t have serious feelings for him?”
“He’s trying to intimidate you, babe,” Gibsie coaxed. “Don’t look him in the eyes.”
“I’ll protect you,” he vowed valiantly. “You’re afraid of him!”
“Good pussy… That’s right… I love pussies… I do… I won’t hurt you—ahhhhh!”
we know
“You know him, right? Johnny Kavanagh?” “Oh.” My face turned a bright shade of red at the mention of Johnny’s name. “Yeah, we’ve met.”
“They’ll be here in a few. You should wait around down here and say hi to him.” Winking, he added, “I bet he’d love to see you.”
obsess about Shannon Lynch
It was nice. 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. I was deep in thought, contemplating how different it would have been had it been Shannon who put her mouth on me, when the sound of the taxi honking distracted me.
green thirteen.”
he added before diving right back into song. Fucking Gibsie.
“My Shannon?”
“Keep looking out for her, Cap,” he said, squeezing my shoulder. “God knows someone needs to.”
He seemed to be completely at home on the pitch, and when they got that ball in his hands? Magic occurred. Beautiful things happened.
into the hands of Johnny, and my heart leaped. My pulse instantly sped up at the sight of him on the move.
He was too busy looking at me.
My heart slammed against my rib cage as he stared unabashedly and unashamedly right at me—eyes burning with heat, expression palpably intense. Breathing hard, he lifted the hem of his jersey and used the fabric to wipe the blood from his brow, dismantling the poor woman’s attempts at patching him up and revealing a stomach of hard abs.
“Johnny Kavanagh is staring at you, Shan. Like seriously, girl, that boy is staring at you!”
“Smile,” he instructed quietly as he pulled me in to his side and clamped his huge muddy hand on my hip. Stunned, I stared up at him. “Huh?” “Smile,” Johnny repeated calmly, tucking me under his arm. Frazzled, I turned back to face the photographer and did exactly what Johnny told me to do.
Love me, fucking love me at the girl.
“Without this special someone’s magical fucking hands, I wouldn’t be standing here today with this gorgeous piece of silverware.” He shook his head and pressed a hand to his heart. “Thank you, baby!”
“Johnny, baby,” my asshole best friend called out with feigned passion in his voice, pointing his strapped-up fingers in my direction. “This one’s for you,” he snickered before bursting into song, crooning along to the lyrics that had become the bane of my life since I strolled onto a pitch with these culchie assholes in sixth class.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, tone excited. “Are you finally admitting you like him?” I nodded and then realized she couldn’t see me. “I don’t think there’s any point in denying it,” I whispered, feeling my face burn at the thought. “I like him, Claire. I think I really like him.” “Oh wow, Shan,” Claire replied gently. “This is big for you.”
“I’m here for you,” was all Claire replied in a sad tone of voice. “Forever.”
