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“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I, uh, need to go home,” I squeezed out, glancing around nervously and finding several pairs of eyes trained on my face. Turning back to Johnny, I whispered, “I need to go now.”
“Home?” Johnny frowned. “Why?”
“Take a look around, Mr. Fucking Hotshot,” Lizzie hissed, coming to stand beside me. “Or better still, open your ears.”
“My eyes are open,” Johnny replied as he released my hand and turned his attention to Lizzie. “And my ears are right here.”
“Lizzie,” I croaked out, shaking my head. “Just drop it.”
“No, if she has something to say to me, then she can say it,” Johnny drawled. “Go right ahead.”
“Fine,” Lizzie growled, taking ahold of my hand Johnny had released. “Your evil whore of a girlfriend is spreading lies about my friend, and I’m holding you entirely responsible for neither straightening the facts nor putting her in her place.”
“What’s she talking about?” Gibsie, who was sitting across the table from Johnny, asked.
“No idea,” Johnny bit out.
“I’m talking about my friend’s reputation being tarnished because you were stupid enough to stick your dick inside that girl,” Lizzie snarled.
“What girl?” Hughie Biggs turned his head from where he was nuzzling his girlfriend’s neck to ask. “Who’d you stick your dick in, Cap?”
“Fuck off, Hughie,” Johnny snapped, eyes flicking to me.
I blushed scarlet and dropped my gaze from his.
“Oh, Jesus,” another boy who hung around with them said. Patrick Feely, I think I remembered Claire calling him once. “What did you do now, Gibs?”
“It wasn’t me, Feely.” Gibsie snickered.
“Yeah,” Patrick muttered. “For once.”
“Can you all stop distracting me?” Lizzie barked. “I’m trying to sort something out here.”
“Baby,” a shaved-headed boy called from a few seats up the huge table. “What are you doing?”
“Mind your own damn business,” Lizzie shot back.
“Baby—”
“We’re in a fight right now, Pierce O’Neill, so don’t even look at me.”
Releasing what sounded like a pained groan, Pierce shoved his chair back and rounded the table toward us.
“Saint,” Gibsie fake-coughed, clapping his arm as he passed by.
“I’m sorry,” Pierce announced, hands up in the air as he approached his girlfriend with caution. “It’s all my fault.”
“What are you sorry for?” she asked him.
“Everything?” Pierce replied, though it sounded more like a question. “Whatever you want me to be sorry for?”
“Was there a point to your big talk just there?” Johnny asked, drawing everyone’s attention back to him.
“Yes,” Lizzie bit out, glaring daggers at him.
“Then get to it,” he countered coolly.
