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I narrowed my eyes at him. “Then we have nothing left to say to each other.”
“Fine, then fuck off and find some other misfortunate bastard to walk you home tonight,” he snapped, throwing the covers off himself and jerking to his feet. “Because I don’t even want to look at you right now."
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I strangled out, feeling weirdly emotional at his cold rejection. “I told you that I’m just not ready for sex, okay?”
"And I told you that I don’t want to look at ya," he sneered, as he yanked on his boxers. "So, you can fuck me, or you can leave.”
The words were no sooner out of my mouth when the bedroom door flew inwards.
“Not here,” Danielle purred, as she pulled at the buckle of a shirtless Joey’s belt. “Let’s go in my room instead.”
Pain.
It ricocheted through me like a knife.
Clearly high on whatever concoction he’d taken after I left him earlier, Joey swayed against her, eyes bleary and unfocused, as he reached for her waist and pulled her towards him. “Here’s grand.”
Ouch.
It hurt.
It hurt so bad that I had to suck in a sharp breath to catch my breath.
“Oh, sorry guys,” Danielle squeaked, when she noticed our presence. “We were just…” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks reddened. “Well, um, you know…”
“It’s fine.” Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I quickly turned my back to the door as I slipped on my bra and shrugged on my jeans. “We were just leaving.”
“See? They’re fucking, and I can guarantee that he didn’t have to spend three years convincing her either,” Paul spat, roughly throwing my t-shirt across the room at me. “Come on, Aoife, this is what lads my age are supposed to be doing.”
“Then I mean it both figuratively and literally when I tell you to go fuck yourself, Paul,” I hissed as I quickly pulled my t-shirt back on, feeling the stinging threat of tears in my eyes.
“Fuck you,” Paul sneered. “Enjoy the walk home in the dark on your own. I hope there aren’t any weirdos lurking in the bushes.”
“You can have the room, Danielle. I was just leaving,” I choked out, face burning, as I slipped my feet into my ballerina pumps and moved for the door, which just so happened to be blocked by Joey, who was slumping against the doorframe.
Great.
This was just epic.
His eyes landed on my face, and I swear I saw a flicker of recognition pass through them before he shook his head and turned away from me.
“Is he okay?” I asked, slipping past his tall frame.
“He’s fine,” Danielle assured me, as she slung his arm over her shoulder and led him down the hall to her bedroom. ”Happy new year!”
* * *
Whatever happenedbetween Joey and Danielle in her bedroom had clearly been exactly what she wanted, because when she came back downstairs afterwards, she was so happy with herself that she was practically floating.
Disgusted with myself for the abnormal level of jealousy I had steered towards a girl who had never done anything to me, I tried to pull myself out of my dark mood, but the truth was that I just couldn’t.
Numb to the bone, not to mention well and truly sober now, I sat on the couch in her sitting room, and watched as the crowd slowly dwindled, until there were only a handful of us left.
I should have gone home hours ago, but I couldn’t seem to get my feet to walk out the front door. Not when he was still upstairs, completely fucking out of it.
I knew it should be Paul I was thinking about, upstairs and alone in the room I’d abandoned him in, but it wasn’t.
It was Joey.
