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“You do realize that up until six years ago, being gay was a punishable crime in this country?”
Dang
“I don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”
“Does it matter?” I countered, needing to regain some ground I had lost to this powerhouse of a girl. “We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”
“So we’re the third smartest class?” “Or the third thickest.” She laughed. “Whichever way your glass is filled.”
“Is that your way of telling me that you don’t have a boyfriend?” “No, it’s my way of telling you that I will have a boyfriend once you ask me.”
Desperate to distract myself from the temptation, I held my breath and concentrated on why I couldn’t leave this house. On why I had to stay. Shannon. Tadhg. Ollie…
“Dad.” “Daughter.” “Father!” “Fruit of my loins.”
Hearing Paul Rice tell half of the lads in our P.E. class about how Tony’s daughter was so tight he could barely get a finger inside her had caused me to flip the fuck out on him in the changing rooms.
I did it for Tony because he wasn’t there to do it himself. At least, that’s what I continued to tell myself.
There was something about this boy that I found impossible to ignore, and I knew he felt it, too.
“He’s going to kill you, Mam,” I lashed out. “Don’t you get that? Can’t you hear me? You’re going to die in this house. If you don’t get away from him, you’re going to die here. I can feel it in my bones…”
Well...
Is that what you were going to say? I remind you of him?”
And with those words, my mother cut me deeper and more viciously than my father ever had. Ever could.
“That’s the thing about me, Joe,” I said matter-of-factly “I don’t like being told what to do.”
“You want to know why I don’t like you, Molloy?” Narrowing his eyes, he added, “It’s because you’re too fucking easy. I could have had you like that on the very first day.”
It was everything to him, just like it was everything to me, but he was too damn stubborn to ever admit it.
“And just so you know, Joe…” She leaned in close and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You’re my favorite friend, with my favorite everything.” Well, shit.
“Joey thinks I’m pretty, too.” “Pretty fucking annoying,”
“Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the donkey,”
“You’re not the wolf in our story, Molloy.” His breath fanned my cheek, causing my pulse to skyrocket. “You’re the lamb.”
“So, you might want to stop hunting me, Molloy.” His hands moved to my hips, and he literally tossed me down on the mattress. “Because if you don’t?” With my wrists pinned to the mattress above my head, he stepped between my legs and leaned in close, so close that his nose brushed mine. “Then one of these days, I’m going to hunt you back.”
“No marriage is perfect.” “No,” I agreed. “But not all wives are cheated on, either.”
“Because I have no intention of giving a boy that kind of power over me,” I replied simply. “From my viewpoint, men let you down. Even the good ones like Dad can’t be trusted. So why would I ever expose myself to that kind of pain? It would be emotional suicide.”
“If I loved a man, and I mean truly, madly, deeply loved him, then I could never handle knowing that he was with another woman.
“I’m not afraid of loving a boy,” I told her honestly. “I’m afraid of losing myself in one.” “I hate to tell you this, but more often than not, the two go hand in hand.”
“Make sure you do.” She laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”
Not when I wanted to die.
A part of me was terrified that she would keep digging and somehow manage to break through my walls, through every one of my rotten layers until she got to the ugly center of me and then run for the hills.
“If they look as good on you as that yellow thong you’re wearing, then I’m going to have to agree,”
“Is that so?” “That’s so, Molloy.” “My favorite color is yellow, too.” “It’s a good color on you.” “I look even better when I take it off.”
“I’m not your property, Paul,”
“Yes, you fucking are. Now let’s go,”
“You were right. They were worth hounding your father for.” “See?” I forced a smile when I felt like crying. “Told you.”
“You’re breaking my heart.” Her voice cracked. “You’re killing yourself.”
“Oh, go choke on a clit.”
She started it. Flipped the fuck out on me for no goddamn reason.
You said nice legs TO DANIELLE
“Back in my day, we called those child-bearing hips,” Mrs. Adams stated, causing me to choke out a laugh and Molloy to glower. “Are you calling me fat, miss?”
Crazy thing to say
“We’re not a couple, Molloy. I’m not your boyfriend. We are not together. Do you hear me? We are nothing.”
“Bella.” He dropped his head in his hands and groaned, “Bella Wilkinson.”
The gasp i gusped
“Sticky Dicky,” she interrupted me to correct. “Calling him that only lets people know that you’ve touched his dick, Case.” “His sticky dick.” “Sticky from what, your lip gloss?” “Bitch.”
“Oh, I’ve scored with him,” she informed me. “He has a tongue like a washing machine stuck on a fast spin cycle.”
Im crying
To the girl with the best legs at school. Here’s a Valentine’s card. If you are reading this card, it means that you opened my folds, so it’s only fair that I get to open yours. From Alec.”
Omfg im dead
“How are you feeling?” “Like I want us to get naked and fuck.” Jesus.
“He used to be my best friend.” “What changed?” “We had a fight.” “Is that right?” “Uh-huh. He broke my heart.”
Because I won’t ever leave you.
Well...
Rubbing a hand down my face, I exhaled a sigh of relief before kicking off my clothes and climbing into the shower, willing the water to wash away my sins. To wash away my pain.
“That’s telling,” he teased, leaning against the door as he smiled down at me, green eyes dark and full of heat. “You need to ask nicely.”
The Goo Goo Dolls blasted through the speakers. “‘Iris’?” I cocked a brow.
Awww like shannon and johnny
“Well?” she finally breathed when the song ended. “It’s perfect, right?” “Yeah, Molloy.” My voice was thick as I wrestled with a million complicated fucking emotions. “It is.”
“Bullshit. Comfortable isn’t as good as it gets,” Joey challenged, narrowing his eyes. “You shouldn’t settle for comfortable, Molloy. You shouldn’t settle for anything less than being in love to the point of madness. The only person that you should be settling for is the person who unsettles you the most. The person who drives you to the brink of suicide because he or she makes you feel so fucking much that you can’t catch your breath or remotely function without them.
