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“Molloy!”
“You said you’d try, Joe!” Feeling my eyes well up with tears, I roughly pushed on his big shoulders. “You fuckingpromisedme that you wouldn’t—“
“And I haven’t!” he snapped, quickly snatching up my flailing arms and pulling me roughly against him. “Do you have a death wish?” Furious, crystal clear green eyes glared down at me. “You don’t fuck around with guys like him, Molloy.” Keeping my arms pinned my sides, he hissed, “And you definitely don’t go around making a scene in public and kicking their goddamn cars.”
“I don’t care,” I screamed back, and I meant every word. “I don’t. I don’t care about his bullshit threats. What I care about is what you were doing in his car, Joey!”
“I don’t answer to you, Molloy, which means I don’t need to explain myself either,” he was quick to say, eyes burning with frustrated heat. “I’m not fucking around behind your back with other girls. That, you can be rest assured of. I’m with you, and only you. But everything else I do, or who I do it with, when we’re not together, is not your business.”
“You are my business, asshole!” I strangled out.
Reckless and wild, I broke free of his hold, knotted his jumper in my fist, and dragged his mouth down to mine, kissing him hard and rough.
Pulling back, I hissed, “And if you gave one single shred of a shit about me, then you would understand why you need to walk away from this car.”
“Molloy.”
“Right now, Joey,” I cried out angrily. “It’s not a matter of pride, here. It’s a matter of laying your cards on the table and proving that I matter to you just as much as you matter to me.”
He stared down at me for the longest moment, nostrils flaring and chest heaving with temper.
Finally,thankfully, he relented with a stiff nod.
I could feel the fury emanating from him as he muttered something in the car window to Shane, before following me to where I had bravely driven and parked my car at school today.
“Don’t talk to me,” Joey warned, when I passed him my keys, and slid into the passenger seat.
The fact that he had climbed into the driver’s seat beside me wasn’t a victory that I could celebrate, not when I could feel the war brewing between us.
“Not one fucking word.”
JUMP OFF THE DEEP END
MAY 7TH 2004
JOEY
Fury.
I’d never tasted it quite this bitterly.
Unable to look at Molloy for fear of what I might say, I kept driving away from the school and further out from Ballylaggin, hoping that some distance would help cool me down.
“We need to talk about this.”
She was right, we did, but I wasn’t ready for a conversation.
I couldn’t listen to her words right now.
I couldn’t hear her reasoning for doing what she did earlier.
Talking, while I was wrestling with my temper like this, wouldn’t do either one of us an ounce of good.
I would lose my head and spit my poison all over her feelings. It wouldn’t matter if I meant the words coming out of my mouth or not; they would explode from my lips like bullets intended to decimate my intended target. A self-preservation tactic that had been programed into me since birth.
Right now, my head was telling me that the target for my fury was the girl sitting beside me, which was a stark contrast to my heart. That was warning me to lower the proverbial gun anddon’tshoot.
“Are you sure that the insurance my father put you on at work covers you driving this?”
