AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Well, Damien Cleary.” I smiled sweetly up at him. “I’m Claire Biggs. I’m sixteen, a Leo, and a fellow Tommen student, and I really need to speak to Gerard, so if you could be a doll and grab him for me, I would be super grateful.”
He stared blankly at me for several beats before attempting to close the door in my face.
“Hey!” I snapped, sticking my foot in the door and pushing it back open. “Rude much?”
“I might be new, but I’m not thick,” he deadpanned. “There’s no Gerard on the team, princess, so run along.”
“Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, there is. He just ran over two tries for your team, Damien.”
“No, there’s not. I think I’d know my teammates’ names. Now fuck off.”
My mouth fell open in shock. “Wow, you really are rude.”
“Hey, you can’t come in here!” Damien argued, when I pushed at the door and tried to squeeze past. “Lads, there’s a crazy blond out here. Cover your cocks!”
“He’s number seven on the team, idiot,” I huffed, shoving past Rude Boy in my bid to get to my destination. “And ew! Like I would I ever want to look at any of your baby elephant trunks.”
“Biggs, your sister’s on the warpath.”
“Hey, baby, this elephant trunk expands.”
“Sure, it does, Robbie,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “And I’m sure when it does, it’s as easy to find as Where’s Wally.”
“Oooh, burn, lad!”
“So, this is what the boys’ changing room is like,” I mused, hands on my hips as I observed thirty or so teenage boys scrambling to get dressed, while feeling both impressed and jealous of the rugby team’s top-notch facilities. Holy crap, they even had their own physio room. Fancy. “Well, I think it’s fair to say that you all should be ashamed of yourselves,” I added, pegging my nose from the overwhelming stench of teenage boy. “Because this place is a pigsty!”
“Whoa, Claire, this is the boys’ changing room,” Patrick called out, rushing to cover his dignity with a rugby ball. “You know you can’t come in here, right?”
“Hi, Patrick!” I made a beeline for him. “So sorry for the intrusion, but I really need to speak to Gerard.”
“He was late coming up from the pitch. Try the showers,” he replied, using his free hand to point me in the right direction.
“Thanks so much.” Smiling, I waved him off. “You’re the best… Oh, and nice ball.”
“Jesus.”
“Claire!” Hugh roared, storming through another doorway only partially dressed in a pair of gray sweats. Yikes, he looked just as angry today as he had been last night. Clearly, sleeping on it hadn’t brightened his mood. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Looking for Gerard,” I explained with a huff. “And that new boy over there was super rude to me,” I added, jabbing a finger in the direction of Damien. “He told me to fuck off.”
“You told my sister to fuck off?” Hugh’s attention immediately flicked to Damien, and I felt an immense amount of pleasure when he turned beetroot red. “In what world did you assume it was okay to speak to her like that?”
“My bad, Biggs. I didn’t know she was your sister.”
“It wouldn’t matter either way,” Johnny answered, appearing from the tall archway that led to the showers in a pair of black boxer shorts. “You’re new, Cleary, so I’m going to give you a hall pass this time. But for future reference, we don’t talk to our girls like that. You got that?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it.” Rude Boy’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Won’t happen again, Cap.”
Oh boy, it was quite the power trip to be around Johnny Kavanagh. The boy oozed intensity. Lucky Shan.
“Yeah, Cleary,” I tossed out, feeling brave with the backing of the alpha. “You see that it doesn’t!” And then, because I was still three years old in the prefrontal cortex of my brain, I poked my tongue out at him for good measure.
“You have about two minutes before Coach comes in for postgame analysis,” Johnny explained, flicking his attention back to me. “Make it snappy.”
“You’re the best captain boss ever!” Patting his ridiculously hard pectoral, I scampered through the archway. “And good job winning your game.”
Following the sound of running water with pep in my step, I stopped short when I rounded the corner and came face to back with a naked flanker. The moment my eyes landed on his bare butt, a high-pitched “Omigod” escaped my lips and I quickly slapped a hand over my eyes and backed up against the opposite wall, heart racing violently. “I’m really sorry for what I’m about to tell you, but I think I just saw your ladder dangling between your legs.”
