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“Fine,” I gave in and replied. “Whatever makes you happy, Molloy.”
She grabbed my face and kissed me, giving me no choice in the matter, no option but to feel her presence, to kiss her back.
“See?” Breaking our kiss, she winked and patted my chest. “I knew you’d get the hang of this boyfriend gig.”
“Hm.”
“Hey, Joe?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad that I waited,” she whispered, curling her arm around my neck. “It meant more with you.”
What was I supposed to say to that?
We both knew I couldn’t say the same.
Blowing out a breath, I went with the truth and said, “It never meant anything before you.”
“Aw,” she teased. “You’re a sweet slut.”
I grinned. “Thanks.”
I KNOW EXACTLY WHO I’M TALKING TO
OCTOBER 18TH 2004
AOIFE
Joey didn’t showup to school today.
I knew this because I’d waited an abnormal length of time, standing in the rain outside of school, waiting on him to arrive.
All of my calls had gone straight to voicemail, and I wasn’t ashamed to say that I was beyond worried.
Shannon wasn’t at school either, which put me on red alert.
I knew his sister was having even more problems than usual with some of the girls at school. While I had warned off a group of little bitches when I caught them hassling her in the bathroom, I knew there was a war raging.
By the time school ended, I got in my car and headed straight for Elk’s Terrace, with a pain in my chest, and a knot in my stomach.
"Back like a bad smell," his father sneered, when he opened the front door and locked his menacing brown eyes on me. "You're here so often, you should start paying fucking rent."
Asshole.
I’d been here a grand total of three times and had only bumped into him on one of those occasions.
"Funny,” I deadpanned. “I could say the same thing about you."
His eyes narrowed. "What did you say to me?"
My hands itched from the urge I had to lunge forward and avenge my boyfriend.
Instead, I offered him a cold stare. "Only that you're here enough that you should be contributing. Instead of having your teenage son shoulder your dead weight."
"You cheeky little whore," he snarled, hand tightening on the door. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"
"Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to,” I snapped right back. Folding my arms across my chest I let him know in no uncertain terms that he didn’t wield an ounce of power or control over me. “Now, is Joey here or not?”
