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Shaking my head, I turned to look at him. “Huh?”
“The young one,” he explained, retrieving a can of deodorant. “Who is she?”
“Shannon,” I mumbled. “She’s new. A third year. Today’s her first day.”
“Is she okay?” he asked, spraying each armpit with Lynx before tossing the can back in his bag and reaching for his gray school trousers. “She looked out of it.”
“Fuck if I know, man. I think I really did a number on her brain,” I muttered with a helpless shrug. “Her mother’s taking her to the hospital to get checked over.”
Gibsie paused, frowning. “Shit.”
“Yeah,” I agreed grimly. “Shite.”
“Jesus, that must have been mortifying for her.” Slipping his feet into his pants, he stood up and dragged them up his hips. “Having your ass on display for the rugby team on your first day.”
“Yeah,” I replied, because what else could I say?
It was humiliating for her and I was responsible for that.
I blew out a frustrated breath. “Was anything said about her?” I looked around at our teammates and then back to my best friend with only one thing on my mind. Damage control. “Were they talking about her?”
Gibsie raised his brows at my question.
Actually, I think the raised brows and surprised expression had more to do with the tone of my voice.
“Well,” he began slowly. “She had her pussy and ass out, Cap—a very nice ass that matches the very nice rest of her—so yeah, lad. There’s been talk.”
“What kind of talk?” I bit out, feeling an irrational surge of anger boil inside of me. I had no fucking clue where the agitation was coming from, but it was there, it was strong, and it was making me feel half-demented.
“Interest, lad,” Gibs explained calmly—much calmer than me. “A lot of interest.” Reaching into his bag, he withdrew his white school shirt and shrugged it on. “In case it slipped your attention—and going by your reaction, I know it didn’t—that girl’s a corker.”
He buttoned up his shirt with steady hands.
Meanwhile, I was trembling with energy that needed to be worked out of my body and quickly.
“She’s gorgeous and she’s new and the lads are… curious,” he added, choosing his words carefully. “New is always fun—” He paused, grinning, before adding, “Gorgeous is better.”
“It stops,” I growled, agitated at the concept of my teammates talking about her.
I saw that look in her eyes. I heard it in her voice.
That vulnerability.
She wasn’t like the others. This girl was different.
I barely knew her, but I could tell that this one needed minding.
Something had happened to Shannon Lynch, something bad enough that resulted in her switching schools.
It didn’t sit well with me.
“Yeah,” he chuckled as he finished with his shirt and slung on his red tie. “Good luck with that, man.”
“She’s fifteen,” I warned, tensing.
Sixteen in March, but still.
For the next two months, she was still very much fifteen.
