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“Which friend would that be, Aoife?” he teased, knowing full well who I was referring to. I rolled my eyes. “Funny.”
“No.” Yanking my arm free once more, I glared up at him. “You called me a slut.”
“Whore?” Drunk and furious, I shoved at his chest. “You prick.”
“Yeah, girl,” Casey hooted in support as she and Alec danced over to us. “You show that prick who’s boss.”
“Yeah, prick,” Alec interjected, with Casey’s red lipstick smeared all over his face. “I wouldn’t put hands on her, if I were you.”
“Put your hands on her like that again and see what’ll happen,” a familiar voice threatened as the owner of said voice hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to my feet. “She’s not a fucking rag doll, asshole.”
feeling my pulse skyrocket at the sight of him.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied with a shrug. “No one likes a saint, Molloy.”
“Molloy, do you want to leave with him?” “No,” I replied and then hiccupped loudly. “He called me a slut.” “You called her a slut?”
“Walk the fuck away before you restart something that I’ll be only too happy to finish.”
“Hear that, Ricey?” Joey replied, with a shit-eating grin etched on his face. “Your girl here is my anything.”
“No, Paul, I’m not picking him over you, I’m picking me over you,”
With an amused expression etched on his sickeningly good-looking face,
“I’m only opposed to you, Molloy.”
“You’re a messy little drunk, aren’t ya?”
“Someone who’s supposed to care about you, but then puts hands on you and calls you a slut when he doesn’t get his own way.”
Desperately trying to remain composed and not reveal just how deeply this boy affected me,
My gaze followed his, and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw that he had deftly stepped between my legs. Not only that, but my legs had wrapped themselves around his hips of their own damn accord.
He’s going to kiss you. Oh my god, Aoife, he’s going to put his mouth on yours. Be cool, don’t freak out.
As Puddle of Mudd’s “Control” blasted from the car stereo,
“You’re my friend,” he finally settled on. “You’re finally admitting it without needing to be coerced?”
“I like you.” “Wow,” I breathed. “Another admission.” “The hardest one yet.” “I bet.”
“You were right. They were worth hounding your father for.” “See?” I forced a smile when I felt like crying. “Told you.”
“I could go a fair bit crazy over you, Molloy.” His lips brushed against my brow as he said, “Stay out of my head now, ya hear?”
thought. I would have done a lot more than kiss those pouty red lips of hers. I would have taken from her something I had no right to have.
“You’re just like him. In every way.” What was the point in fighting my DNA?
I was paralyzed and trapped in a body that resembled the person I despised most of all.
