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“It’ll be grand, Shan,” I choked out, not looking behind me, as I bolted out the door quicker than I’d come in it. “You’ll be safe.”
Now that he got his pound of flesh.
DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?
MARCH 5TH 2004
AOIFE
I wasin foul form when I got home from work on Thursday night.
Aside from the fact that my poor toes had been annihilated from spending six hours crammed into a pair of heels that deserved to be thrown into the nearest fire, I was soaked to the bone, too.
None of that would have bothered me, though,I reluctantly admitted to myself,if he had just shown up.
Joey had promised to walk me home after my shift finished, and I had waited outside the pub for over an hour, until the cold got the better of me.
In the end, he never showed, and I ended up walking home alone in the pouring rain, which wouldn’t have been so bad had my company showed up.
Since then, I’d sent him a couple of text messages, but had heard nothing in response.
Because I was dealing with Joey and not Paul, I found myself in unchartered waters.
When Paul hadn’t answered my texts or calls, I’d never given it a second thought.
When Joey didn’t answer, it made me want to curl up in a ball and rock.
Pathetic as it seemed, I’d grown ridiculously attached to the boy who refused to put a label on whatever it was that we were doing.
I didn’t push because, for the first time in my life, I was afraid to lose.
I didn’t feel like I had the upper hand in this relationship, with the advantage being he held my heart in his hands.
If Joey left, if he walked away from me, it would hurt.
It wouldcrippleme, and that was a worrying realization.
I’d given so much power over to a boy who refused to call me his girlfriend.
No, instead, I was the friend he liked on an exclusive basis, but nobody could know.
Fuck my life.
Deciding to crack open the books, for once, I managed to complete a decent amount of my homework and overdue assignments for school, before I eventually sacked the books off for some Seth Cohen.
At least, when I wanted to see him, all I had to do was switch on the television.
Curled up in a ball on my bed, with a mini pack of Crunchie bars on my lap, I rewatchedThe OCfor the hundredth time.
Dozing off a little after eleven, I slept restlessly, tossing and turning for most of the night until I was fully awakened around half one in the morning by the sound of knocking.
Laying perfectly still, I listened in the darkness as the knocking continued on my window, growing louder and then dwindling off for a moment before picking back up again.
Pissed off, because there was only one person that I knew could scale a two-story house, I threw the covers off and stalked over to the window. Pushing it open, I leaned over the sill and glared down at the bastard balancing on the roof of our garden shed like he was Houdini himself.
“What?”
The moment he realized I was up and looking at him, he quickly tossed away from him what I hoped was a cigarette butt, but knew in my heartwasn’t.
