Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“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.”

DAMN

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.

Hoping my thoughts could fuel my anger, and my anger could help me flip the switch and not care anymore. Because caring was killing me, and I honestly didn’t think I could hold on much longer.

“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.

wow he was completely right

“In what way?” I demanded, chest heaving. “In looks? Because if it’s in looks, then that’s not my fault. I can’t help who I look like, but I am nothing like that man in any other way.”

“You are,” she said before leaving the room. “In every way.”

And with those words, my mother cut me deeper and more viciously than my fath...

“That’s the thing about me, Joe,” I said matter-of-factly “I don’t like being told what to do.”

“Then I guess we have something in common after all.”

“Nice game.”

“Nice legs.”

“You’re my favorite friend, with my favorite legs.”

“You’re my favorite friend, with my favorite everything.”

“So you’re saying that you never want to fall in love and get married?”

“It’s not like I’m one hundred million percent opposed to the idea of marriage and motherhood. If the right guy came along and proved me wrong, then sure, I could do it,”

“I don’t believe a single word that comes out of a single boy’s mouth,” I told her. That’s not technically true. You believe one boy.

“I’m not afraid of loving a boy,” I told her honestly. “I’m afraid of losing myself in one.”

“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy.”

Its giving luke from oth

“Nice legs,”

Soooo oth coded

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

“Oh, so you have friends?” I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were opposed to the idea.”

“Ah, that’s not entirely true.” Winking, he reached into my bag and swiped a chip. “I’m only opposed to you, Molloy.”

“Third difference,” he whispered, leaning so close that I could feel his alcohol-scented breath on my face. “I’m not pressuring you to spread your legs for me.” Rearing back, he made a point of glancing between us. “You did that all by yourself.”

AHHHHH

“You’re my friend,” he finally settled on.

“You’re finally admitting it without needing to be coerced?”

“Only took a few year...

“Only a c...

“Yeah.” Clearing his throat, he looked behind him to where the car was waiting and then...

“Wow,” I breathed. “Another ...

“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?”

“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy.”

“What did you take?” I heard my mother demand as she held my face between her small hands. “What did you take, Joey!” Releasing a pained grunt, she breathed hard and fast for a moment or two before turning her attention back to me. “What did you do to yourself?”

Crying

I was starting to despise myself just that little bit more these days. It killed me to know that I was hurting my mother, though. To think that I was making her feel the way he did.

“You want him.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He narrowed his eyes in disgust. “...

“This isn’t abou...

“It’s always about him, Aoife,” he practically roared, losing his cool with me. “It will always come back to him because you are all about him. Don’t bother d...

“I’m not fighting with you about this,” I growled. “I have a friendship with Joey, and I’m not giving that up for anyone.”

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

“Hmm,” Joey grumbled, nudging my shoulder back. “If it was anyone else, Molloy. If it was anyone else.”

“But it’s me.”

“It’s you,” he confirmed. “Pain ...

knowing that there wasn’t any point in fighting this girl when she set her mind to something. What she wanted, she got.

I hated him. I wanted to hate him so much. I needed to hate him. You need to stop loving him first…

“You don’t want to hear this, Paul.”

“Try me.”

“I like him, okay!” I heard myself choke out...

I felt Paul stiffen beside ...