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“I just don’t understand what the issue is,” he argued. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. You clearly like Sharon.”
“Her name isn’t Sharon.” I shot him a dirty look and then returned to packing up my bag. “It’s Shannon, and I don’t like her.”
“That was a trick question.” He grinned. “And you passed with flying colors.”
I grunted my response.
His grin widened even further when he said, “And yeah, you do.”
“No, I fucking don’t.”
“Well, I think you should ask this Shannon girl out,” Gibsie added, hauling his bag onto his shoulder. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I could get arrested,” I offered sarcastically. “She’s fifteen.”
“No, you could not get arrested,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re seventeen, idiot, not seventy!”
“For three more months.” I pulled my jumper on and stood up. “And besides, this conversation is irrelevant.” Picking up my gear bag, I tossed it over my shoulder before adding, “I don’t ask girls out.” I walked over to the changing room door and yanked it open. “I don’t have time for that shite.”
“Hughie’s girlfriend, Katie, is in the year below him,” Gibsie offered, strolling out of the changing room. “And Pierce O’Neill is in our year and he’s been knocking around for ages with Claire’s bitchy gal pal—who is in third year, by the way.”
“Hughie doesn’t have the Academy breathing down his neck,” I replied flatly as I followed him outside. “And Pierce O’Neill can fool around with whoever the fuck he wants.”
“Relax.” Gibsie raised his hands. “All I’m saying is it wouldn’t be a big deal if you liked her.”
“Don’t go there.”
“It’s natural to be attracted to a beautiful girl—”
“Stop it.”
“No one would care if you asked her out.”
“Seriously. Give it a rest.”
“She watches you back, you know.”
“Shut up, Gibsie.”
“I’ve seen her doing it.”
“Shut up, Gibsie.”
“In the halls and the—”
“Shut the fuck up, Gibsie!”
“Fine,” he huffed, scowling. “I won’t talk.”
I mentally counted in my head, wondering how long Gibsie could keep his mouth shut, but only got to seven when he started back up with his verbal bullshit.
“How are you managing with ejaculating?”
I snapped my head toward him. “Excuse me?”
“Ejaculating,” Gibsie clarified, straight-faced. “You seem full of pent-up frustration. I’m just wondering if it’s cock related. You’re wanking, right? I know you were out of action for a while when they sawed at your ball sac, but you’re able to get yourself off again, aren’t you?”
“The fuck?” I gaped at him. “Are these words actually coming out of your mouth?”
