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“Okay, you need to stop.” My smile faded and I gave him a hard look. “If Joey knew that you were speaking to me like this, he would—” “What?” He cut me off with a threatening lilt to his voice. “He would do what, girl?” “He would break your fucking neck,” I bit out, keeping my tone low. “So, back off.”
“You think you know everything, don’t ya?” “I know enough,” I held my ground and replied. “You know fuck-all.” A cruel smile spread across his face. “He’s either going to end up killing himself or someone else.” “Then let’s hope it’s you.”
“Already told ya that young fella of mine is still a boy.” “He’s more of a man than his father.”
“Jesus, you really love her, don’t you?” More than life.
“Don’t mind Gibsie,” another one of them said, and this one was definitely familiar. “He’s a fair bit dysfunctional.”
“We’re looking to take a trip to the spliffs of Moher, if you get me?” He chuckled, waggling his brows. I stared blankly back at him. “We need drugs.” “Jesus, Gibs,” Hughie groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Tact, lad. Tact.”
“So, you’re saying that he’s the only flavor you want to taste?” She shook her head. “That’s so stupid when he’s the only flavor you’ve ever tried. He dumped you, Aoife. He cut off your chocolate source. So get off your ass and come sample something from the luxury menu with me instead.”
But she’s in sixth year and really doesn’t bother with anyone from third year, so Shan shouldn’t have any issues with her.
Lies
You’re the only person on this planet I do love!”
“Stop trying to protect me and start making me happy,” she countered, eyes locked on mine. “Because it’s time to pick your poison, Joey Lynch.”
“Ride or die, Joe.”
“Ride or die, Molloy.”
Bang. Bang. Bang. “That’s it,” he snapped, tone furious, as he climbed to his feet and moved for the door. “If that creepy blond bastard is on the other side of that door again, I am going to fuck him up!”
“E-fa,” he whispered back, and then shyly clambered back to the safety of his big brother’s arms. “O-ee.”
My relationship was back on track, my hair was on point, it wasn’t raining, and I didn’t have work tonight. All in all, I considered this to be a successful first day back at school.
Cupping my hands around my mouth, I called out, “Nice abs.” “Nice legs,” he called back with a wink, and just like that, I was ruined.
It doesn’t matter, I tried to soothe myself by mentally chanting. None of this matters because you don’t care, remember? You don’t care. You don’t care. You don’t fucking care!
He exhaled and whispered, “I’m really fucking drowning here, Aoife.” “Don’t worry, Joe. I won’t let that happen,” I replied, nuzzling his nose with mine. “I won’t let your head go under.” “Promise?” I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I promise.” “I love you.” “I love you back.”
“You’re insane.” “I’m in love.”
“So, do you want to keep talking?” Springing up, I reached for the hem of my T-shirt and whipped it off. “Or should we get naked and screw?” “Jesus Christ.” Chuckling softly, Joey mirrored my actions and pulled his hoodie and T-shirt over his head. “Where did I find you?” “Your dreams.” Reaching for the waistband of my knickers, I quickly shoved them down my thighs and clambered on top of his lap. “Hey, stud.” “Hey, queen.” “Queen?” My eyes danced with delight as I reached for the waistband of his sweats. “Now you’re talking my language.”
“Because I’ve got serious wifey feelings for you.”
“Because I’m only doing life for you.”
“It’s actually disgusting how lucky you are.” “Yeah,” I wholeheartedly agreed. “I know.”
“Don’t worry, pookie. I plan on cashing in my love chip later.” “Love chip?” Chuckling, I followed her back into the hallway. “Should I know what that means?” “It means you should neck a few Red Bulls before you come over tonight,” she replied, fist-bumping me before skipping off in the direction of the labs. “Because you won’t be getting much sleep, my friend.”
“I’m having a crisis.” “You’re having a crisis?” I couldn’t stop my eyes from trailing over her glorious body. “I’m having a crisis just looking at ya.” “Well, simmer down, stud, because I’m having a serious problem here.” “What’s the problem?” “I’ve put on weight.” “No, you haven’t.”
“I gained weight, asshole,” she shot back. “I never said I wasn’t beautiful.” “There’s my vain baby.”
Girls were dangerous creatures with hidden meanings behind every word they spurted, and Molloy was no exception to the rule.
“I swear those damn things do more damage to girls than Ouija boards.” Molloy laughed. “How can you compare a weighing scale to a Ouija board?” “Easy.” I shrugged. “They both summon demons.”
“It’s not what you did,” Kev groaned, pointing at the plate of food balancing on my lap. “It’s what you’re eating.” He shook his head in disgust. “Nachos and chocolate spread?” He gaped at me in horror from across the living room. “Oh my god, are you mixing the chocolate with mayonnaise?”
Oh my she is pregnant
“I’m good, queen.”
“What were ya doing in John Kavanagh’s old doll’s pride and joy, boyo?”
NOT HIS CAR
“The boy is mine,” I warned. “So, find some other epitome to admire.”
“Well, he’s left his mark on me, Case.” “Yeah,” my best friend agreed, giving me a peculiar look.
She knows
“I’ve something cooking inside.” “What?” “Lasagna.” “I love lasagna.” “I know.” “Where’s it from?” “SuperValu.” “Their own brand?” “Only one I can afford.” “That’s my favorite one!” “Yeah, Molloy, I know.”
“Keep this up, and I might just have to hang on to you, Joey Lynch.”
“Joey!” his mother snapped, looking mortified, while I bit down on my lip to stop the smile from spreading across my face. While my heart cheered Go on, baby, you tell those bastards.
I watched as five heads dropped like dominos in submission. Or fear. Not my one, though. Not my Lynch.
“Hey, stud.” His fingers flexed on my waist. “Hey, queen.”
“You’re a diamond, Joey Lynch.” Cupping his face between my hands, I leaned in and kissed him tenderly. “You’re one in a million.” “Oh Jesus.” He chuckled against my lips as he reached up and knotted his hand in my hair. “Should I be worried about where this is leading?” “Nope.” Shaking my head, I exhaled a contented sigh and pushed on his shoulders until he flopped down on his back. “Just wanted you to know that you’re someone’s favorite person in the world.”
“Is there anything else the queen would like?” “No, I think that’s all, my noble steed,” she shot back, without missing a beat. “I’m not a horse, Molloy.” “Maybe not in real life, but metaphorically speaking, you’re an absolute stallion in the sheets.”
“Why are you going to the shop so late?” She eyed me curiously. “What do you need that’s so important?” Deciding it would be more fun to fuck with her than admit my girlfriend had sent me out on a food run, I grinned and said, “Do you honestly want me to answer that?” “No,” she groaned, thoroughly sickened with me. “Go away.”
“Dear Jesus,” Casey cried, slapping the heel of her hand against her forehead. “That could have been implantation bleeding.” “What the hell is implantation bleeding?” I demanded, eyes wide and full of terror. “Implantation of what?” “Of Joey’s strongest fucking swimmer!” Casey strangled out.
“Shh. Don’t say it. Just start praying.” “To who?” “St. Anthony,” I strangled out, dropping to my knees, and clasping my hands together. “He’s the saint we’re supposed to pray to when things go missing, isn’t he?” “I don’t think St. Anthony can help find your missing period, Aoife.” “You never know.”
“Stop shouldering me, Aoife.” “Stop being a little bitch, Paul.” “Keep it up and I’ll knock you on your ass.” “Try it and I’ll ram this hurley up the highest part of your hole.”
“Joey,” she acknowledged. “Nice moves.” “Nice legs.”
“That’s my ball, Joey Lynch,” she warned, squeezing my nuts just enough to let me know that she was capable of doing damage. “And so are these.” “Jesus,” I strangled out, throwing my hands up in surrender as my blond-haired nemesis secured the ball for herself and whizzed past me, cackling evilly.
“Hey.” Joey’s voice broke through my frantic thoughts, and I felt his fingers on my chin, tilting my face up to look at him. “You good, queen?” “Yeah.” Releasing a shaky breath, I leaned my cheek against his hand, reeling in my panic and the warm feel of his touch on my skin. “It’s all good, stud.”
“Good lad yourself,” he said, giving my shoulder an approving squeeze. “Best to keep a wide berth when one of my girls is brewing up a storm.”
“Bye, stud.” “Bye, queen.”
If this hotshot fucker had taken time out of his rigid schedule to drive her home, then my baby sister had made more than just waves at Tommen. She’d summoned a goddamn tsunami.
