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“Will you be okay on your own, Shan?” Aoife asked, smiling sadly.
I nodded. “I’ll be okay.”
“What would you like to eat?”
“Nothing thanks,” I replied, forcing down a yawn. “I’m going to head up to bed.”
“Don’t tell me you’re as stubborn as your brother and won’t take a bloody bag of chips?” Aoife frowned. “You’re too skinny, girl,” she added, concern laced in her eyes again. “We need to put some meat on those bones.”
I smiled at her flustered expression. “I’m honestly too tired to eat.”
“If you’re sure?” She didn’t sound convinced.
“I am.”
“We won’t be long, Shan,” Joey called over his shoulder as he led Aoife out of the kitchen.
“Take your time,” I called back. “The boys are fine and I’ll be in bed.”
I waited until I heard the key turn in the lock before tiptoeing up to bed.
Slipping inside my bedroom, I didn’t bother switching on the light. I wasn’t lying when I was said I was tired.
Crawling up my bed, I shuffled under my duvet and snuggled up, knowing that with my parents gone, I would sleep better tonight than I had in months.
That’s how messed up my life was.
31Bitchy Girls and Burger Breath
JOHNNY
The minute I stepped foot inside Biddies, I knew I had made a terrible mistake.
Scratch that: the minute I let Gibsie open that bottle of my da’s whiskey, I knew I had made a terrible mistake.
After my shower, I tried to persuade him to have a few drinks at home with me instead of going out, but whiskey made me compliant. It turned me into an agreeable bleeding eejit. Which was exactly how Gibsie had managed to coax me out of my bad mood, into what he called my “shifting jacket,” and into the passenger seat of his car.
I should’ve known better when he wasn’t drinking with me.
Fucker.
Drip-feeding me Jameson was the reason I was currently standing in the doorway of Biddies Bar, three drinks past tipsy, and wishing I was anywhere but this goddamn pub.
Not only were half the girls from sixth year inside. But so was Bella.
The minute Bella noticed us, she caught ahold of a nervous-looking Cormac and welded her face to his.
Whatever semblance of enthusiasm I had churned up for tonight being a bit of craic had flown out the window at the sight of her. Not so much because she was scoring with Cormac in front of me, though that didn’t help, but because I was still peppering with anger over the way she carried on at school yesterday.
All I wanted her to do was go away. Just go away and leave me alone.
In all honesty, I didn’t think that was too much to ask for.
“Ignore them,” Gibsie muttered in my ear.
“Kinda hard, all things considered,” I shot back, gesturing to where my former whatever-the-hell-she-was mauled the face off my winger less than ten feet from me.
I instantly felt my brain kick to life and start the sobering-up process because I knew exactly how dangerous this girl was, and dammit, I needed to be in my full senses to defend myself.
