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Both girls laughed.
“She’s totally blushing,” Shelly teased. “Look, don’t even bother, Shan.”
I frowned. “Bother with what?”
“Liking him,” she replied. “Johnny doesn’t even look sideways at the girls in his own year, let alone girls in lowly third year.”
“Actually, that’s not true,” Claire tossed back cattily. “He gave her a spin home from school.” She cast me a mischievous grin. “Twice.”
Blushing, I made a mental note to never tell Claire a goddamn thing again.
Both girls swung their gazes toward me.
“You lucky bitch,” Shelly breathed, wide-eyed.
“You were in his car?” Helen demanded.
I shrugged, feeling very exposed in this moment, but didn’t reply.
“And she was in the papers with him,” Claire added. “Hughie showed me. All the lads were talking about it because Johnny never stands in pictures with girls.”
“He’s never in the papers with girls,” Helen accused. “When did this happen?”
“Before she went out to dinner with him at Biddies,” Claire offered with a huge grin. “And the cinema. Oh, and after she spent her birthday at his house.”
“Oh my fucking god!” Both girls gasped at the same time.
“Did you score with him?” Helen asked. Actually, it was more of a demand. “Oh my god, did you ride Johnny?”
Claire looked at me with an expectant expression.
“No! God, of course I didn’t,” I choked out, spluttering on my words. “Why would you even ask that?”
“Ah, because he’s Johnny Kavanagh.” Shelly rolled her eyes sarcastically. “And you were in his house. Any girl in her right mind would want to ride him.”
“Not Lizzie,” Claire waved a hand in the air. “She despises rugby players.”
“That’s because Lizzie is fighting with Pierce. She’ll love rugby players again next week when he smooths her over again,” Shelly retorted, then quickly turned her attention back to me. “Oh my god!” Planting her hands on her hips, she squealed, “Did you see his bedroom? What’s it like? Does he have a huge bed? I bet it’s huge. Is he driving you home from school again? Is that why he’s here? Oh my god, are you two a couple?”
“Oh god, Bella is going to be maaaaad,” Helen interjected. “She’ll hit the roof when she finds out you’re after her fella.”
“Johnny’s not Bella’s fella.” Claire snorted. “She, on the other hand, is everyone’s girl.”
“Actually,” Shelly chimed in, holding a finger up. “I heard some of the sixth-year girls in the bathroom the other day talking about Bella being with Cormac Ryan now.” Arching a brow, she added, “Apparently, she’s been shagging him for ages.”
“While she was with Johnny?” Helen gasped.
“Mm-hmm,” Shelly said. “Stupid girl, huh?”
“Well, Cormac’s a good-looking guy,” Helen replied with a frown. “But he’s no Johnny Kavanagh.”
“I know, right?” Shelly agreed.
Claire took a dramatic half bow. “And there you have it,” she said. “Everyone’s girl.”
“Still, though.” Helen chewed on her nail, gaze flicking to mine. “Bella won’t be happy about you.”
“She doesn’t own him,” Claire scoffed. “They were never an actual couple, and even if they were, Bella can’t talk. Everyone knows that she’s been riding half the school behind his back for months.”
