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From my principal at BCS.
From my coaches and trainers.
Blah fucking blah, blah, blah…
“Hi, Dad,” a female voice called out from the office doorway, causing Tony to pause mid-lecture, and my heart to jack knife in my chest.
My eyes landed on the familiar, leggy blonde, standing in the doorway, sporting the same uniform I had worn earlier today, and I bit back a groan.
For fuck’s sake…
This girl.
Yeah, this girl was a pain in my hole.
“Aoife.” Tony’s eyes lit up. “What are you doing here?”
“I was studying at the library with Paul,” his daughter replied, cheeks flushed, as she dropped her school bag on the floor, and walked towards her dad. “We have midterm exams next week. I lost track of time, and you said I wasn’t to walk home in the dark.” Smiling angelically at her old man, she batted her big green eyes and asked, “Any chance of spin home?”
“Lost track of time at the library?” Tony cocked a disbelieving brow. “At half-seven on Valentine’s night? Do you think I came down in the last shower?”
I snorted, also finding her excuse fucking laughable.
Her green eyes narrowed in warning at me, and I shrugged.
Like I gave a shit if she got into it with her old man or not.
She should’ve come up with a better lie.
That one was pathetic.
“Midterm exams?” Tony looked to me. “Joey, son, you’re in the same year as my twins. Did you hear anything at school about midterm exams?”
“Not a word,” I replied, vaguely recalling hearing something about upcoming exams, but enjoying her discomfort too much to hand her the shovel she clearly needed to dig herself out of this hole.
“Like he’d even know,” Molloy shot back with a growl. “Don’t mind a word he says, Dad. Joey Lynch spends more time in the office with the principal than he does in class with—“
“You andPaul?” I offered.
Tony’s brows rose. “Is that Paul the boyfriend?”
“More like Paul the prick,” I scoffed.
“Wow, Joey.” Her eyes narrowed on me once more. “I’m surprised you took your head out of your ass long enough to learn your classmates’ names.”
“We’re on the same hurling team.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Yeah, and?”
“And that’s how I know his name,” I drawled, leaning back in my seat. “No heads-up-asses required. And Paul Riceisa prick.”
Tony laughed and quickly backpedaled. “Hold up, isn’t that the lad you were suspended for fighting with last week?”
“That’s the one,” I confirmed.
“Because you hit him for no reason,” Molloy growled, quick to defend her boyfriend.
“That’s what you think,” I shot back.
