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“Yeah, but it’s onmymedical file for the rest of time,” she shot back with a cackle. “You gave the receptionistmyname and details, remember?”
“Because you had your medical card with you at the time, and my mam keeps mine in her purse,” I replied, cringing at the memory of how incredibly naïve I used to be. “God, I was a pure thick back then.”
“Back then?”
“Funny.”
“Okay, so back to business,” Casey said, tapping her hand on the desk to garner my attention. “Give me those sexy details, Molloy. Heavy petting?”
I grinned. “Maybe.”
Her eyes widened to saucers. “Oral.”
I shrugged, but didn’t respond, as my face burned with heat.
“Oh, come on.” She grabbed my arm and squeezed. “Who’s doing who?”
I scrunched my nose up before admitting, “Both.”
“Omigod!” Clapping with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm for my sex life, my best friend asked, “Okay, okay, okay, so if we’re talking in comparisons here, you know, between Paul and Joey.“
“Ugh, Joey all day long.” I gave her a look that saidplease, bitch. “Hands down, Case. There’s no competition.”
“Jesus. So, I guess it’s true what they say about the boys from my terrace.” Casey blew out an impressed breath. “They fuck like they fight; all in and with one hundred percent effort.”
“Casey!” I laughed, shoving her arm.
“I disagree,” Danielle hissed from the desk behind us, and we both turned to face her. “At least Paul has an actual functioning brain when he’s with a girl.”
“Yeah. A brain that only functions on one frequency;me, me, me,” Casey was quick to shoot back.
I tried to strangle my laugh but ended up looking like I had the face of a blow fish.
Danielle glowered. “How’s life on the outskirts treating you, Aoife?”
I grinned in return. “Why it’s fantastic, Danielle, thanks for asking.”
“Outskirts?” Casey snorted. “Get a handle on yourself, girl. We both know that you’d still be happily skulking around theoutskirtsif Joe hadn’t sacked you off for my best friend here.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” she huffed. “And do you want to know why?”
“No, but I’m sure that you’re going to tell us,” I drawled.
“Because Joey Lynch might be beautiful, and charismatic, and have a million other qualities that draw girls to him, but he’s broken in the head. Sure, he might be riding the high life right now, with his bad-boy status at school, and his ability to master a hurley and sliotar, but that’s as good as it’s going to get for him,” she told us. “He’s already peaked.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know that you made a huge mistake when you threw away a boy with a bright future ahead of him for a boy with no future.”
“Fuck you, Danielle.”
“I would say fuck you right back, but you already did that to yourself,” she snapped, releasing a frustrated breath. “Listen, Aoife, I’m not nearly thick-headed or spiteful enough to deny that you’re a ten around here,” she said. “You’re clever, and funny, and beautiful and had your pick of the bunch in first year. You could have picked any one of the lads at school, but you made the smart decision when you chose Paul. He is going to be asolicitor, Aoife. He is going places, and if you had only managed to keep your head, he would have taken you right along with him. He adored you, Aoife, and he would have given you a good life, with a nice house, and a stable bank account. We both know that kind of a future doesn’t come along often for girls who come from where we come from.” She shook her head and added, “But you couldn’t resist the temptation of the school’s bad boy, and now you’re screwed.” Folding her arms across her chest, she arched a brow and said, “Because boys like Joey Lynch never go anywhere in life, and girls like you go nowhere right along with them. You only need to look at his parents for proof of that.”
“Oh, get a handle on yourself, Danielle,” Casey was quick to interject. “It’s not that deep.”
“Isn’t it?” Danielle looked me right in the eye when she said, “Enjoy becoming his mam, Aoife. I doubt you’ll make it to sixth year graduation without a baby Joey in your belly.”
“Listen, bitch, Aoife is nothing like you,” Casey hissed, jumping to my defense, which I was grateful for, because I had been rendered speechless. “She doesn’t drop her knickers the second a fella beckons. And she doesn’t need Paul Rice or any other fella to give her a leg up in life. She’ll do that just fine by herself.”
