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“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.”
“Mr. Ryan sent me to tell you both that you need to get your asses out on the pitch,” Danielle interrupted, stalking into the changing room. “Or he’ll save you both a seat in detention at lunchtime.”
“We’re coming,” Casey mumbled, making no move to get up, eyes still glued to mine.
“He said now.”
“We’re coming,” I snapped, springing up and hurrying for the door, needing to get as far away from this conversation as I could.
“Aoife,” Casey called after me. “Wait.”
I didn’t wait.
I didn’t answer her, either.
I couldn’t.
Not when my fear was paralyzing me.
27
Don’t Do Me Any Favors, Asshole
JOEY
We were in the middle of picking teams in P.E. when Molloy finally decided to grace the rest of our class with her presence.
Looking adorable in her helmet, with her long ponytail swinging as she moved, she hurried onto the pitch, hurley in hand, with Casey chasing after her.
“Aoife,” Ricey, the bastard, called out, picking my girlfriend for his team.
Ignoring him entirely, Molloy walked right over to my team, which earned several laughs and cheers at her ex-boyfriend’s expense, not to mention an evil-eyed glare from Danielle, who had rejoined his team.
“Fine,” he relented with a huff. “Casey, you’re with us.”
“No, I’m not,” Casey shot back, making a beeline for Molloy. “I’m with them.”
“Then the teams aren’t fair,” Ricey complained, glaring. “This is bullshit.”
“Aoife, you’re on Joey’s team,” Mr. Ryan instructed. “Casey, you’re on Paul’s.”
“But—”
“No buts,” our teacher barked. “Move your ass, Lordan. Now.”
“Be careful,” Casey warned Molloy before reluctantly joining the opposition.
Once everyone was allocated a team position, our teacher blew his whistle, and the class filed out onto the pitch.
“You good, Molloy?” I asked, nudging her shoulder with mine, as she joined me in midfield, looking nothing like the smiling girl I’d woken up next to this morning.
“Yeah, I’m good, Joe,” she replied, sounding like the complete opposite as she stared off, distracted.
“Yeah?”
