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And I fucking hated it.
I wanted her, I realized, and it was entirely inappropriate and horrendous bad luck on my account, but I did. I wanted Shannon Lynch. And worse than wanting her, I really fucking liked her.
She had this sweet something about her, and I liked how it felt when I was around her.
I liked the way she looked, the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. I liked a whole heap of things about her, and oddly enough, my liking her had nothing to do with what was under her clothes.
Well, that wasn’t completely true.
I thought a lot about what I would find beneath her clothes and I liked those visuals a lot. But it was more than that. It was all more when it came to her.
But I wasn’t in the position to put time into a girl, and spending time with that particular one could get me in a world of trouble.
I knew the way things worked: spend too much time with a girl and feelings arose, and where feelings arose, fucking arose.
It was a dangerous ledge to balance on. One I was not willing to step onto.
“No, you’re not doing anything,” Gibsie drawled sarcastically, shifting in his seat so he was blocking my perfect view of her. “You’re only mentally undressing her in your head.”
“I am not,” I growled, glaring at him from across the table.
I was. I so fucking was.
Christ, was I that obvious?
“Yes, you are that obvious,” Gibsie stated, clearly reading my thoughts. “And I’ll tell you who else is obvious,” he added, gesturing with his thumb to our right. “That evil bitch.”
I didn’t need to look to know he was talking about Bella. She was perched at the opposite end of our table with a few of the lads on the team from sixth year, where she had spent most of lunch trying to get a rise out of me.
It wouldn’t work. I wasn’t fucking biting.
“Ignore her.” Unscrewing the cork on my bottle, I took a deep swig of water. “She’s not worth the hassle.”
“Lad, I know I’m repeating myself, but I honest to god don’t know how you ever touched her,” he groaned.
“Neither do I,” I admitted, as I recapped my bottle and resumed my staring at Shannon.
He leaned back in his chair and arched a brow. “You should go over and talk to her.”
“To Bella?” I scowled. “No fucking thanks.”
“Not that demon,” Gibsie countered with a grimace. “Shannon.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“She’s a frigit, you know,” Gibsie stated nonchalantly. “Or at least she was.” He gave me a pointed look. “You haven’t been sticking your tongue down her throat, have you?”
“No,” I hissed.
“Okay then,” he mused. “She’s still a frigit.”
I frowned at him. “How do you even know that?”
“I listen carefully,” he snickered, tapping his temple.
“What?”
“I overheard the girls talking about it in Claire’s bedroom a while back,” he admitted. “That viper Pierce is tapping was talking about what a terrible ride he is, and it came up that Shannon has never kissed a fella.” Frowning, he added, “The viper really doesn’t like me.”
