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Joey could deny it until the cows came home, and throw up all the walls he wanted, but he wasn’t fooling me with his blasé bullshit indifference.
The arctic reception I received from him on the second day of first year – and every day since – had nothing to do with him not liking me and everything to do with the fact that he worked with my father and didn’t want to piss him off.
As the school year unfolded, I had watched as Joey made his way through the girls at school like they were going out of fashion.
Danielle Long.
Amy O Donovan.
Samantha McGuinness.
Laura Callaghan.
Denise Scully.
Nicole O Leary.
Saoirse Dooley.
Neasa McCarthy.
NeasaMurphy.
The list went on and on – and it didn’t include me.
He neveronceflirted or made a pass at me after that first day, and it pissed me the hell off.
In no way was I one of those self-absorbed or conceited teenage girls, but I had enough confidence and wherewithal to know that I was a damn good catch.
Annoyed at myself for wasting almost six months of my life waiting around for Joey to get his shit together and ask me out, I’d accepted our fellow classmate’s offer.
Once again, I found myself annoyed, but this time, my anger was projected towards my shitty sense of judgment.
I had never been short of offers from the lads since starting at BCS but had agreed to go out with Paul because he was comfortable to be around and a relatively safe bet.
Joey was thinner than Paul – he was taller, too. He had muscle, that I could vouch for, having seem him shirtless many times after PE, but he was seriously lean.
Like a runner.
Or someone hungry…
But I knew with Paul I wouldn’t get my heart broken.
And while my heart certainly wasn’t broken, my pride was definitely wounded.
Knowing that his friends knew what we got up to, knowing thatJoeyknew, only made the humiliation that much harder to swallow.
“You look pissed,” Joey noted, watching me from across the table with those sharp green eyes.
“I am.”
“I can leave.”
“No, it’s not you,” I replied. “I’m pissed with Paul for talking about me.”
“Oh.” Setting his spoon in his empty bowl, Joey leaned back in his chair and gave me a hard look. “Well, if it’s any consolation, he won’t be talking about you again.”
“Because you set him straight, right?” I joked.
