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“I’m f-free.” I released a sigh of relief. “Oh th-thank Jesus.”
“Yeah, I thought that might work –” Losing his balance on the floor that had become a glorified ice rink, Joey collapsed in a heap on the ground, taking me with him.
There were only three options available to me in this moment; laugh, cry, or keep fighting.
I chose the first one, and surprisingly, so did my partner in crime.
“Fuck,” he choked out a laugh from beneath me. “That was…”
“Stupid.” Lifting up on elbows, I grinned down at him. “I won.”
“No, I won.”
“Who came out on top?”
“You, Molloy.” Shaking his head, he stared up at my face and released an amused sigh. “Always you.”
“They didwhat?” A booming male voice echoed through the air, and I bit back a groan, when our principal came pounding into the classroom, looking like he was fit to be tied.
“And that’s how you know you fucked up,” Alec laughed.
“Why am I not surprised to see the two of you up to no good –again,” our principal seethed, face turning purple in color, as he glowered down at us. “In my office.Now!”
“Aw crap,” I groaned, dropping my head on his chest. “It was nice knowing ya, Joe.”
“Yeah.” Joey sighed heavily and patted my head. “Right back atcha, Molloy.”
WE ARE NOTHING!
FEBRUARY 1ST 2002
JOEY
Dressedin matching plain grey tracksuits – the ones they kept in the office for students that shit themselves – and looking like we’d been released from Cork prison on compassionate leave, Molloy and I sat in the front row of detention, without a single other student to take the shine off us.
With her hands folded across her chest, and her long, wet hair pulled back in a tangled braid, Molloy glared at the chalkboard in front of us, clearly having resumed whatever grudge she had on me.
She’d been given a week’s worth of lunch time detentions, while I had been told by Nyhan to show up every lunch for the foreseeable future. In other words, the rest of third year.
Stinking of chili and cheap washing up liquid, I leaned in close and took a whiff of her, unsure which one of us smelled worse.
“It’s you,” Molloy bit out, reading my mind.
“No, it’s definitely you.”
I felt a small amount of regret for the parts of her blonde hair that were sporting the color snot green, but not enough to apologize.
She started it.
Flipped the fuck out on me for no goddamn reason.
And while I was more amused than annoyed now, I wasn’t about to cave in.
It was her turn to bend.
Drumming my fingers on the desk, I looked around the room, all the while racking my brain for a possible trigger for our fight.
I didn’t do anything different.
