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I went right ahead and pushed him. Literally. With both hands. “How’s that for a push, you big coward!”
“You reek of desperation and it’s such a fucking turnoff.”
“Why would I care about a girl who offers herself up on a plate for the taking?” Narrowing his eyes, he leaned even closer and hissed, “You’re another fella’s girlfriend and yet here you are on the flat of your back for me like a slut.”
Accidentally or on purpose, it hurts just the same.
“If I had a packet of Rolos right now, I’d give you my last one.”
nobody wore heartbreak quite like my sister.
she was clenching her long, dark ponytail in her hand. Her ponytail that wasn’t attached to her head anymore.
“I w-want to d-die,” she continued to cry, choking hard on her tears. “I w-want to n-not be h-here anymore.”
“But I m-make everything w-worse f-for you,” she continued to cry. “You k-keep getting in f-fights trying to pr-protect and s-stick up f-for me. It’s n-not fair on y-you… always h-having to s-save me.”
“Let that be a warning to your sister,” I roared. “If she so much as looks at my sister again, I’ll kill you.”
“And he’s been with so many girls, he’s more like a walking sexually transmitted disease on legs.” “Well, he can feel free to infect me any time he likes,” Casey replied, waggling her brows.
If boys were fairground rides, Joey Lynch would be the roller coaster.”
“You can’t blame a girl for wanting to take a ride on that bad boy.”
“I thought you, of all people, would know better than to judge him.”
“You’ve seen the condition he comes to school in,” he snapped, losing his cool. “Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed the bruises, Aoife.
the stench of whiskey wafting from the man was as obvious as the smell of cakes in a bakery.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he demanded
“Stay out of my face and stay out of my fucking life!”
It was like a rain cloud had lifted in front of my eyes. He wasn’t violent by nature. He was violent because he wasn’t nurtured at home.
wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on to this boy for dear life as I kissed him back with everything I had inside of me.
Joey kissed me like he was starving for me and no one else’s lips could sate the hunger overtaking him.
Aoife Molloy consumed me to the point that I didn’t feel like everything was completely fucked in the world anymore.
“What?” She grinned shamelessly. “I always check the product before I make any purchases.”
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”
Joey laughed. “You couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag, prick!”
she looked every inch the good girl I knew she wasn’t.
“I see you, Joey Lynch,” she continued, stroking her nose against mine. “Yeah,” I replied in a gruff tone. “I see you too, Molloy.”
“You matter to me, Joey Lynch.” “I shouldn’t,”
“D-don’t, Joe,” Shannon cried out, chasing after me. “I’m n-not w-worth getting h-hurt over.” “You are worth it,” I roared back, shoving the front door open. “Of course you’re fucking worth it, Shannon. You’re worth a thousand of that piece of shit, and don’t you ever let him make you feel anything less!”
“You should want me to leave, Molloy,” he argued. “You shouldn’t be blocking the door, baby. You should be holding it goddamn open.”
“Johnny Kavanagh,”
She made me weak, this girl. It was insane, but I forgot about things when I was with her. Things like time, school, hurling, home. She even made me forget about him.
“Good girl.”
“Excuse my flanker,” he told us as he led the blond lad back toward the lounge. “He’s like a bleeding Labrador. Completely harmless, with zero awareness of social cues and etiquette.”
“It’s nice to be nice, Johnny.” “Yeah, I know you were, Gibs, but those people are strangers, and what did we say about you talking to strangers?” “Don’t do it?” “Exactly.”
“Did that really just happen?”
“Oh, Jesus.” “Not Jesus, just Joey.”
“I’m not fucking around behind your back with other girls. That, you can rest assured of. I’m with you, and only you. But everything else I do, or who I do it with when we’re not together, is not your business.”
“You’re here for the same reason that I am, asshole.”
“Because you’re in love with the person staring back at you, the same way I am.”
Furious at my goading, Joey had decided that the best way to prove that he wasn’t a pussy was by eating mine.
“You can either come or you can kill me,” he warned, prying my thighs open. “You can’t do both.”
“You want to be my friend?” “Is that okay with you?” “Yes.” She nodded uncertainly. “Please.” My heart cracked in my chest. She was so small. So vulnerable. So broken.
“I love you. I love you. I love you so fucking much, it makes me want to die.”