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Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.
“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.”
“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.”
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.
A little while later, when my eyes began to droop, he lifted his arm, and I didn’t even flinch when it came down around my shoulder. Instead, I nestled my cheek against his side and closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off to sleep without an ounce of fear in my heart because it couldn’t exist inside of me, not when this boy had his arm around me.
She was lovely. Fucking lovely. She didn’t need to be hiding any of her shine behind those bleeding shutters.
“How long has it been?” “Before Christmas,” I quickly replied before saying, “but that’s not the problem here.” “Jesus, Kav, I’d say that’s a very big problem, lad.” Gibsie let out a low whistle. “Have you tried lube?” “What—no! Stop talking about my dick,” I barked, then ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “It’s her, man. You were right. I am completely fucked in the head, and I need you to stop me from doing something stupid with that girl.” “Which girl?” “Which girl do you think, asshole?” I snarled. “Shannon.” “Oh, that girl.” Gibsie chuckled. “The resurrectionator.” “Stop laughing.
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“The terminator is called the fucking terminator, asshole,” Gibsie shot back. “Not the bloody terminist.”
“Grammatically correct?” Gibsie balked at me. “Look at you, Mr. Higher-Level English, thinking you know everything with your Great Gatsby and Shakespeare. Well, not this time.” He tapped his temple. “This time, I’m the smart one.”
“To the library,” he shot back, yanking the door open. “You’re wrong. I’m googling it. And then I’m printing it off and posting it all over the fucking school,” he added as he sauntered out of the room. “Watch me resurrect the truth.”
hand through his blond hair. “Right, tell me about your problem.” I exhaled a heavy sigh. “I like her.” “Okaaay,” he drawled. “Tell me what the problem is.” “That’s my problem,” I bit out. “I like her, Gibs. I think I really like her, man. Like really as in a lot. A lot more than fucking like. Christ!” He shrugged a shoulder. “Still not seeing the problem here, lad.”
“You are a gobshite,” I growled. “A complete and utter gobshite.” “Oh, my Jesus!” Gibsie cringed and slapped a hand across his mouth. “Oh no.” He groaned. “It wouldn’t work, would it?” “My dick works, Gibs!” I snapped. “I get hard, asshole. It just hurts when I—” “When you what?” he asked, eyes wide. “I can’t finish,” I muttered.
“No wonder you’re limping,” he muttered. “Your balls are so full of spunk they’re weighing you down.”
“Oh, Jesus. What if they sewed you back together wrong?” he hissed, eyes bulging. “Fuck, lad, what if they snipped a sperm cord when they were messing around near your ball sac?” “A sperm cord?” I gaped at him. “The fuck kind of drugs are you taking?”
“You don’t get it, Gibs. Last night almost killed me. I swear, I spent the entire night wide awake, staring at my keys and forcing myself to stay in my bed and not drive over there and bring her home with me,” I admitted glumly. “I don’t have an ounce of self-restraint when it comes to her—which is why I need your help.”
Going through the motions, I went to all my classes and erased my family from my mind for the next seven hours. It was wonderful.
Apparently not, because Holy Mary, Mother of God, up close, he was something else.
His chest was bare and his pectorals were toned, his stomach ripped. I mean, he was seriously ripped. Not like the six-pack my brother sported or any of the lads I’d seen swapping jerseys after Joey’s matches. His entire body was a solid mass of hard-core, chiseled muscle. I held my breath as I allowed my eyes to wander over him, absorbing the sight of rippled abs, sun-kissed golden skin, the dark trail of hair under his navel, and that amazing way he smelled. Like soap and grass and Johnny.
“Someone touched you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, placing his fingers on the marks. “I want to know who.”
Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.
She looked so vulnerable and uncertain that all I wanted to do was wrap her up in my arms. My heart was on fire.
“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.”
If only he knew how true those lyrics were, I thought to myself. If only…
“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
