“Are you okay, Johnny?” Ollie called out, sounding worried. Ah, shite. I can’t even kill him in peace. “I’m grand, lads.” Snatching Gibsie’s T-shirt out of his hands, I pressed it to my head and forced a smile when all I wanted to do was throttle my best friend. “Make sure you both come back to the house before it gets too dark,” I added, before turning my back on the tree house and mouthing, “You better run, bitch,” to Gibsie who was already legging it in the direction of the house.
