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“It’s bad enough that you’re both late to my class, but you have the nerve to have a full-blown conversation,” Mr. Dineen barked, glowering at us. “Joseph, would you care to tell the class what you two are whispering about? In your native tongue, if you will, since I have spent the past six years attempting to teach you the language.”
“Ceart go leor, a mhúinteoir,” my boyfriend replied with a nonchalant shrug as he replied in As Gaeilge. “Bhí mé ag rá le mo leannán go bhfuil grá agam di.”
My heart slammed wildly in my chest as I mentally translated his words.
Fair enough, teacher. I was telling my sweetheart that I love her.
“Dúirt mé léi freisin go bhfuil cuma álainn uirthi,” Joey continued to say, not missing a beat. I also told her that she looks beautiful. Shrugging, he added, “Agus go bhfuil mo chroí istigh inti.” And that my heart is inside her.
“Go hiontach,” Mr. Dineen replied, arching a brow. Impressive. “Le haghaidh buachaill nach n-éisteann sa rang.” For a boy who doesn’t listen in class.
“Sea.” Joey smirked. “Tá a fhios agam.” Yeah, I know.
63
Plead the Fifth
JOEY
We had barely warmed our seats in Irish when the bell of the intercom sounded. The school secretary’s voice pierced through every speaker in the school saying, “Could Joseph Lynch and Aoife Molloy please report to the principal’s office immediately.”
“Can they expel him for knocking her up?” Alec asked from the desk beside ours, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was genuinely serious, I would have decked him. “Because we have a match coming up and we’re bolloxed without him.”
“Don’t think so, Al.” Podge chuckled beside him. “But you never know.”
Gathering my books, I tossed them into my bag and stood up, ignoring the ooohs and oh shits coming from our fellow classmates. Walking over to the classroom door, I yanked it open and waited for my partner in crime to hurry her ass up and join me.
“Good luck,” Alec called out, giving me two enthusiastic thumbs up, when Molloy joined me in the doorway. “Plead the Fifth.”
“What do you think Mr. Nyhan’s going to say?” Molloy asked, reaching for my hand as she fell into step beside me. “Is he even allowed to bring it up to us?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?”
“Well, you’re the one who spends most of his time in the office.”
“Only because you’re too sneaky to get caught.”
“Well, I’ve clearly been caught this time.”
“Funny.”
“What if he shouts at me, Joe?”
“If he shouts at you, I’ll break his nose.”
“Don’t break his nose,” she hurried to say. “I need you to not get expelled, okay? Or arrested. Yeah, I’m going to need you to not do both of those things.”
“Fine. I’ll try my best.”
“Oh god, I feel sick,” she groaned when we reached the familiar frosted-glass door of the office. “Can we just sneak out and leave early?”
“No.” Shaking my head, I pushed the door open and had to physically lift her inside. “Come on, Molloy. Let’s just get it over with.”
“Your mothers are in the office with Mr. Nyhan. You can go straight in,” Betty announced, not looking up from her computer as she tapped furiously on the keyboard in front of her. “Good luck.”
“Whose mother?”
“Both of your mothers.”
