Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“Make sure you do.” She laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”

“He’s a scary boy, Aoife,” she replied. “Sexy, yes, but downright terrifying.”

I’m trapped, I thought, feeling despair seep back into my veins at a rapid pace. I’m all alone. I felt snared, fucking cornered.

Proving once again that she was unlike any other girl in our year, who would blush and look away under scrutiny, Molloy arched a brow right back at me and mouthed fuckup. I winked. Nice legs. Grinning, she scratched her nose with her middle finger. Asshole.

“Lad, she is by far the best-looking girl in our year,” he groaned. “Maybe in the whole school.” There was no maybe about it. Molloy’s claim on that particular title was undisputed.

“Finish that sentence,” I said coldly. “Go on, I dare you. See what happens.”

“Close your eyes.” “Close your legs.”

“You’re flirting with me.” “You’re flirting with me.”

“Go and buy your shoes, princess.”

“Give it a rest, ya big moaner,” Tadhg shot back with a snicker. “Maybe if you stopped trying to have a conversation with every old biddy that answers the door to ya, then you’d have gotten more houses done.” “I was being nice,” Ollie shot back, hurt. “I was using my manners.” “And I was using my brain,” Tadhg countered. “So quit complaining.” “But he gots more than me,” Ollie whined again. “Look, Joe, look…” “That just means that Tadhg’s going to be a whole lot fatter than 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.”

“Second difference,” he said. “I’m not your boyfriend, Molloy. I’m not supposed to care about you, remember?” “No, you’re not supposed to,” I agreed with a shiver as he pinned me to the bonnet of the car. Excitement thrummed to life inside of me. “But you still do.”

“Well, shit,” I whispered, breathing hard and fast as I watched him watch me. “I have no idea how they got there.” “Yeah,” he agreed, closing the space between us once more, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine. “Me neither.”

“Yeah.” Clearing his throat, he looked behind him to where the car was waiting and then back to me. “I like you.” “Wow,” I breathed. “Another admission.” “The hardest one yet.” “I bet.”

What was the point in fighting my DNA? This was who I was, and I had a horrible feeling that I couldn’t be fixed or put back together again. I couldn’t reset my life. I was paralyzed and trapped in a body that resembled the person I despised most of all.

“Congratulations,” she said with a smile. “It’s another boy.”

“Jesus,” I choked out, feeling my own body shake as I stared down at the tiny purplish creature in her arms. “He’s tiny.”

“The pla-what-a?” I gaped at the nurse and then swung my gaze to my mother. “There’s more?” I shook my head, horrified. “How the fuck can there be more?”

Yes, im not ready for child birth.

Stop wishing. Stop hoping. Stop wondering. Stop willing. I needed to just stop when it came to this boy.

“I’m sorry, Joe, did I push a button? I was just looking for a way to mute you.” His brows shot up and he choked out a laugh. “Shit, that was a good one.” “I know.” A reluctant smile spread across my face. “I was saving it up all day.”

“No,” I snapped, feeling hurt, betrayed, and a million other emotions. “My boyfriend is a lying whore and my best friend’s an even bigger one!” “You shouldn’t call Casey a whore, Molloy.” “I was referring to you, asshole.”

“Don’t worry, asshole, any tears I spill won’t go to waste,” I snapped, sniffling when I reached up to bat a traitorous tear away. “I’m planning to save them up to drown you with.”

“No,” I drawled, tone laced with sarcasm. “Because unlike you, I know how to behave myself.” “No,” he corrected, stopping short when he reached me. “You’re just sneaky enough to not get caught.”

“Jesus,” I whispered when he slumped down beside me. “You look like shit.” “Thanks,” he grumbled, setting his elbows on our desk and dropping his head in his hands. “You look like dinner.”

“What’s to tell?” Joey replied, mirroring my actions. “He’s small, he’s cute, he shits everywhere, and he screams the house down.”

I bit back a smile. “You look like you could use a pick-me-up.” “Yeah, I know, but I don’t get paid until Friday.” “I was talking about chocolate, Joe.” “Do you have some?” “I always have some.”

“But don’t expect me to talk when you’re with him.” Zipping my bag closed, I threw it over my shoulder and turned to look at her. “I refuse to enable your bad behavior.” Now, she smiled. “Are you feeding me my own lines, Joey Lynch?” “Absolutely,” I replied. “And you should take your own advice.”

“Nice aim, Joey.” Danielle laughed, holding onto his shoulders for balance as he crouched in front of her and cleaned her fucking leg. “Nice legs.” Oh no he did not!

Deciding against scalding him with chili, I walked over to the sink and reached around Joey to retrieve the bottle of green washing-up liquid. Without a word, I retrieved my stool, set it down behind him, and quietly climbed on top of it. Reveling in the drama I was about to inflict, I unscrewed the top, ripped his cap off, held the bottle over his head, and dumped the contents of the bottle on top of him. The minute the green slime plopped onto Joey’s head, his entire frame stiffened.

“Sh-shut up and s-save me, asshole.”

“You don’t say that,” she shouted back at me. “You don’t feed her my line.”

The fact that she didn’t even slam the classroom door behind her let me know that I had, indeed, fucked up in a colossal way.

“Bella.” He dropped his head in his hands and groaned, “Bella Wilkinson.”

I HATE HER

“Calling him that only lets people know that you’ve touched his dick, Case.” “His sticky dick.” “Sticky from what, your lip gloss?” “Bitch.”

Luke Twomey

He actually laughed at me. Oh, yeah, he was definitely high.

“How are you feeling?” “Like I want us to get naked and fuck.” Jesus.

“I have a pretty decent home economics partner who taught me a thing or two,” I replied, moving to the table with my own plate. “He’s an asshole, but he knows his way around the kitchen.”

Exhaling a shaky breath, I reached across the table and laid down my hand, palm up. “Nice moves.” He stared at my hand for a long beat before slowly placing his hand on top of mine. “Nice everything.”

Because I won’t ever leave you.

He was the first man whose touch I didn’t fear. He was the man who taught me how to ride a bike. He was the man who took me to the cinema for the first time. He was the man who was never supposed to go anywhere because we needed him to stay right here and not fucking leave!

Granda had contracted pneumonia,

I think i've seen this film before... and i didnt like the ending.

“Don’t give in to them,” he rasped, holding onto my hand with strength I was surprised he was capable of. “Promise me that you’ll…never…give in to them.” “Give in to who, Granda?”

Gasping and wheezing for air, he looked me right in the eyes, green eyes on green and whispered, “The demons your father put in your head.”

“Joey.” “You came.” “I did.”

Finally, after what felt like an age, I felt the tension slowly leave his shoulders, and then his arms came around my waist. “He hurt you,” he croaked out. “You don’t hit girls.”

“For the last fucking time, he’s Joey, not Dada.

“So, where do you want to go, Molloy?” Anywhere with you.

“What did you say back to that?” I grinned deviously. “I told him to spray some perfume on his pillow, turn off the lights, and get reacquainted with his hand.” Joey threw his head back and laughed. “Vicious.” “Yeah, well, he earned it with that line.” I laughed. “I mean, come on! What did he think I was going to do? Run over to his house and rub myself all over his mattress like a tomcat scenting its territory? The deluded eejit.”

“Any relationship that is held together because it’s comfortable isn’t a relationship worth having.”