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“Just about,” I replied, rubbing my jaw. “Lilly Young, right?”
“It’s Lizzie,” she corrected, unblinking. “So, can I have one?”
“One what?”
“A cigarette.”
“No.”
Her blue eyes narrowed. “Why not?”
“Because you don’t smoke,” I replied coolly. “And I don’t share.”
She gave me a hard look, one I was only too willing to return, before relenting with a heavy exhale. “I hate parties.”
“Then why come?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Fair enough.”
“That’s it?” She eyed me curiously. “You’re not going to ask me why?”
“No.”
“How come?”
I shrugged. “Because I don’t care about your answer.”
“Hmm.” She tilted her head to one side, studying me with her blue eyes. “You don’t belong here either.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Then why’d you come?”
I smirked. “It’s complicated.”
Her lips begrudgingly tipped up in a smile. “You know, I used to have an epic crush on you when I was younger.” She didn’t blush or blanch when she said it either. Girl had an impressive pair of balls on her. “Most of the girls in our class had. You even overtook Leo DiCaprio for a bit—and that was during his Titanic superstardom stage.” Shaking her head, she released another sigh before adding, “Which only proves that I’ve always been attracted to the worst kind of wrong for me.”
Frowning, I inhaled a deep drag, held it there just long enough to take the sting out of the pain in my chest, and then exhaled slowly, while I tried to think of what to say to this girl who, even though she clearly had a sharp tongue, didn’t look like she could handle another kicking. “For a kid, you sound awfully cynical.”
She narrowed her blue eyes. “I’m not a kid.”
“Maybe you’re not.” I shrugged and took another drag. “But you are friends with my baby sister, which means that you could be forty and you’d still be a kid in my eyes.”
“If this is your attempt at letting me down gently, then save your breath,” she was quick to counter. “I said that I used to have a crush on you, as in past tense, as in not currently.”
“Wise decision.” I chuckled. “Best to stick with Leo.”
“Funny.” She rolled her eyes, tone flat. “Besides, I know you hurl for Cork, and I don’t like athletes anymore.”
“And yet you’re attending a party being thrown by your school’s rugby team.” I nodded. “Makes perfect sense.”
“I’m here for Claire.”
“Bullshit,” I corrected with a snort. “You’re here for her brother.”
Her eyes widened. “What are you—”
