Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

And then I heard:“Cunt.” Shannon’s breath hitched, and she shifted closer to me. “Yeah, you heard me, cunt!” I hated that word. There were few words in the English language that I chose to avoid, but that particular one was not included in my vocabulary. Swinging around, I locked eyes on none other than Ciara Maloney and Hannah Daly. Two vicious little bitches from the year below me who needed to be taken down a peg or ten. “Now.” Taking a firm stance in front of my boyfriend’s sister, I planted my hands on my hips and arched a brow. “Which one of you thick fuckers has a death wish?” “We weren’t talking to you,” Ciara replied, trying to act tough, but withering now that she was faced with someone older, taller, and stronger. “We meant her.” “Her?” I looked around me. “Who’s her?” “Me,” Shannon whispered, trembling behind me. “It’s me.” “If by her you’re referring to my fella’s sister, then I’ll give you a five-second head start to get the fuck out of her face before I cut your ponytail off and strangle you with it.” “Stay out of this, Aoife,” Hannah tried to interject, glancing around nervously. “This isn’t your fight.” “If you fight her, you fight me,” I warned, as unaffected by their bullshit as I was unwilling to back down. “So, are we fighting, or are you bitches keeping your hair for another day? I’m down either way.” They both looked at each other and then at Shannon before shaking their heads and stalking off in the direction of the main building. When they were out...