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I wanted Shannon Lynch. And worse than wanting her, I really fucking liked her.
“You’re only mentally undressing her in your head.” “I am not,” I growled, glaring at him from across the table. I was. I so fucking was. Christ, was I that obvious?
“It comes with cock, Claire-Bear,” Gibsie announced—and not quietly. “An unlimited supply of five-star cock.”
Ill be there in a sec
“Fuck your cock,” Claire growled, looking mortified. “Of course, you can,” he nodded with a grin. “But here’s not really the place.”
And to think God switched dinosaurs for man.
“I can take you home,” he said, blue eyes locked on mine.
“I’m from Blackrock darling.”
Johnny cranked the volume and Jimmy Eat World’s “The Middle” blasted through the car speakers so loudly I could feel the vibration of the bass in my bones.
I loved this song and considered it my anthem. Like seriously, I drowned myself in the lyrics daily. If music healed the brokenhearted, then the lyrics of this song soothed my soul. It was on a mix CD Joey’s girlfriend made him for
I didn’t understand how people could hurt any animals, but especially dogs. They were too good for us. Humans didn’t deserve the love and loyalty dogs gave them.
Jesus, she looked gorgeous, all wide-eyed and smiling as I held her to my side. Her brown hair was loose and blowing in the breeze. The top of her head grazed my armpit, that’s how tiny she was. And then my heart skipped in my chest when I read the caption. Johnny Kavanagh, 17, pictured with school friend Shannon Lynch as they celebrated Tommen College’s win over Kilbeg in the final of the School Boy Shield last Friday. Kavanagh captained his school to their fifth win in a row of the Shield, clocking up another piece of silverware in his impressive career and putting to bed any rumors of
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And still, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
Bc you want her dummy
Midnight fucking blue eyes and painfully accurate words. And now it was worse because not only was she in my thoughts 24/7, but I had a bleeding picture of her to torment myself with. And I would torment myself with that picture. I planned on it.
Bolting over to him, I collapsed on the bed and wrapped my arms around my brother’s neck, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding my world together.
MY BABIES :(
Walking over to his wardrobe, he pulled open the doors and dragged out the familiar sleeping bag and spare pillows. I didn’t have to ask what he was doing, not when I already knew and it made my heart squeeze tight. When Joey was finished setting up the makeshift bed on the floor, he dropped onto it. Folding his arms behind his head, he released a heavy sigh. “Turn off the light, will ya, Shan?”
Sobbing.
“There’s more chance of that happening in this house,” I muttered under my breath.
“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.”
:c
“Fuck my coat,” I strangled out as I broke into a run toward the bus stop, desperate to put some much-needed distance between me and my family. “Fuck my life!”
“Not you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, settling me in front of him. “Them.” His blue-eyed gaze darted to the two older boys watching us with curious expressions, and in a tone that left no room for discussion, he said, “Go.”
“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?”
Johny your so yes
“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.”
And my head was stuck on a girl.
My body I could do nothing about, but my head? I needed to get my head in the game. Problem was, I left it with Shannon Lynch.
My heart literally seized in my chest when I saw her and only kick-started back up when I got to her and realized that she was okay. She was mortified, but she was okay.
Go for it, I thought to myself. But you can’t destroy what’s already broken…
“Put your head up, Shannon like the river.” Moments later, he draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me in to his side. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
“Look at me.” I didn’t. “Look at me,” he repeated, tone calm and coaxing. I couldn’t. I felt him shift beside me and then his fingers were on my chin, tipping my face up to his. “You’re safe,” he whispered, cupping my cheek in his hand, eyes boring holes straight through my soul. “I promise.” That word. God. That one word broke me. It was all too much. My life. Those girls.
And in the middle of it all, I could only see him. This boy.
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
Not to him, at least. Still, I had a feeling that the memory of his hand on my back would be scored on my soul for eternity. His touch was different because it wasn’t unwelcome. The opposite.
“So, you want two tickets to see Boogeyman, and the couple’s combo,”
“Watch your fucking arms,” Johnny warned the lads behind us. “Jesus bleeding Christ. Here.” Catching ahold of my hand, he positioned me between him and the counter. “I’ll protect you, Shannon like the river.”
He held my hand. Johnny Kavanagh actually put my hand in his.
So, this was a couple’s double seat. Without an armrest to separate our bodies.
No, he was perfect. God hadn’t made a single mistake with this particular boy.
His blue eyes locked on mine, and he shook his head. “Give me your legs.” “My wh-what?” I spluttered, breathing erratic. “Your legs,” he coaxed, patting his lap. “Seems only fair since I’m taking up all the legroom.” “You want me to put my legs on you?” “I want you to be comfortable.” “But what about your sore—” “I’m fine,” he replied, giving me an expectant look. “Uh, okay?” Blowing out a shaky breath, I gingerly shifted my legs onto his lap. “Is that good for you?” “Yeah, Shan.” Offering me a small smile, he reached for his bottle of water and took a swig. “You’re good for me.” “Huh?” “It,”
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“What? No!” Turning to face me, Johnny shook his head. “No, Shannon, we’re not going anywhere.” Clearing his throat, he added, “I want to be here with you. It’s these other spanners I’m having a problem with.” I want to be here with you. Whoa.
Apparently, I had issues. A lot of them. Issues that seemed to begin with the first name Shannon and end with the last name Lynch.
At one point, I half expected Shannon to climb onto my lap. She certainly looked like she wanted to. If she did, I wouldn’t stop her. In fact, it was taking everything in me to keep my hands to myself and not pull her onto my lap.
Shannon like the river, with those midnight blue eyes…
“I’m wearing my shifting T-shirt,” he replied proudly, flexing his biceps for emphasis. “It has a one-hundred-percent success rate.”
girlfriend,
SHANNON MAUD LYNCH!!!!!!!
“Even little Shannon?” he tossed out with a grin. My heart leaped in my chest at the sound of her name. Christ… “What did I tell you about her?” I snapped, tossing the remainder of my sandwich on my plate, appetite gone. “What in the bleeding hell have I been saying to you for the last two months?”
“You like the girl,” he continued to taunt. “Maybe you even loooooooovv—” “If I agree to go to Biddies, will you stop talking about it?” I asked, desperate to stop him before he went into full-fledged Gibsie mode and drove me insane. “Will you let this drop?”
Because he hated me
my baby :(
Joey’s shoulders visibly sagged as he snatched her hand up and pressed his lips to her knuckles.
the pretty little redhead tucked into his side. “Katie.”
MY ANGELL
Hughie shot me a grateful look. He didn’t need to thank me for shit. His girlfriend was beautiful.
“I’m prettier to look at,” he announced with a wink and then proceeded to toss back shots like it was going out of fashion.
well yes!
