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“Let me guess,” I interrupted, amused. “You’re fucking Biggs, and he won’t commit, so you’ve gone off with one of the lads on his team to get back at him?”
“I don’t… It’s not…” Her mouth fell open and she gaped in horror at me.
“You need a better poker face.”
“You have it all wrong.”
“I don’t think I do.”
“Joey, please—”
“Don’t worry.” I cut her off with a wink. “I don’t talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” She looked truly terrified now. “Because like I said, you have it all wrong.”
“Sure I have.”
“Oh god. Please don’t say anything, Joey.” Swallowing nervously, she pressed a hand to her brow and groaned. “He has a girlfriend, and I have a…”
“I’ll tell you what, Lilly.”
“It’s Lizzie.”
“Lizzie.” Taking pity on her, I pulled a cigarette from my box, put it to my lips, and sparked it up before holding it out for her. “You keep an eye on Shannon when she starts at your school next week, watch her back and keep any assholes who think about targeting her in line, and I’ll forget everything you think I have all wrong.”
“I was planning on looking after Shannon, regardless,” she replied, taking the cigarette and putting it to her lips.
“And I was planning on keeping my mouth shut, regardless,” I replied evenly. “So, it looks like we both win.”
“I’m not a bad person,” she was quick to point out, tone defensive. “I’m not a slut, either.”
“I never said you were.”
“Yeah, but I know what you’re thinking.”
I arched a brow. “I really doubt that.”
“You’re thinking I’m a horrible snake to even consider going there with another girl’s fella, but you have no idea what’s really going on,” she mumbled, red-faced. “It’s really, really complicated. And messy.” She exhaled a ragged breath before muttering, “And a million other things.”
I shrugged. “It’s not my business.”
“So, that’s it?” She eyed me warily. “That’s all you’re going to say?”
“What else is there to say?” I replied with a shrug. “The way I see it, you’re not the first to get tangled up like this, and you won’t be the last. Either way, I’m no priest, so no need to offer your confession up to me. Not when I’ve done plenty worse than you.”
She arched a brow, reluctantly intrigued. “When you say worse…”
I smirked. “You’d need a bishop to take my confession.”
6
Blond with a Death Wish
AOIFE
Groomed to within an inch of my life, and with three-quarters of a bottle of prosecco in my system, I leaned back on the couch in Katie’s boyfriend’s living room, feeling like I had taken a trip back in time.
Whoever was on the decks clearly had a hard-on for nineties music, because Bloodhound Gang’s “The Bad Touch” was just the latest in a long list of songs from the previous decade.
