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“She’d be withyou?” Rice threw his head back and laughed; Billy-brave-bollocks now that the coach and half the team were around to save him. “You’re talking out of your hole, Lynchy. My Aoife wouldn’t give a fuck-up like you a second glance. She’s one of the nice girls, too nice for her own good sometimes. So, don’t mistake her friendliness for anything other than taking pity on some washed-up drunk’s pathetic scumbag son. It’s bad enough you’ve got her father throwing you scraps; like meat to a half-starved stray—”
“You’re a fucking dead man! “
“Don’t do it,” Podge was quick to say, perceptively stepping in front of me and pushing me away from the prick with a death wish. “He’s not worth it, Joe.”
No, but she is.
Fuck, where’d that thought come from?
“Come on, lad,” Eddie interjected, grabbing ahold of the back of my neck with his beefy hand, and steering me towards the door. “You need to cool down.”
“Don’t do that,” I snarled, breaking free from his hold, chest heaving now, as my skin crawled from the touch – from the surge of memories that came with a touch like that. “Don’t ever fucking touch me like that again!” I warned, trembling, as I reached up and cupped the back of my neck. “Ever again.”
“It’s all good, Lynch,” Eddie replied calmly, holding his hands up in retreat. “I just want you to go outside and take a breather, lad. For your own good, that’s all. There’s a selector outside looking to talk to you, and it won’t do your chances of being called up to the minors a bit of good if he sees you losing the head like this.”
“Like I give a fuck about the minors,” I hissed, backing up towards the door. Raising the hand still clutching my hurley, I pointed it right at Ricey. “Next time you see me, you won’t have a roomful of people to protect you.”
“I’m shaking.”
“No need to shake, asshole. Just make your peace with God, because I’m going to bury you.”
Having said that, I turned on my heels and stalked out of the changing room, slamming the door loudly behind me.
I turned back three times towards the changing room, twice to go back to kill Ricey, and the other to go talk to that selector, before finally wrangling my temper into check.
Releasing a furious growl, I kicked at the gravel, and forced myself to walk away.
I didn’t have the patience or the mental capacity to handle any types of conversations about my future.
Besides, hurling was an amateur sport, and while I understood how big an honor it was to be chosen to play for your county, it wasn’t going to pay any bills.
Now, if I’d been born into money, I could’ve played rugby like those posh pricks over at Tommen College and had the opportunity to make some decent money for putting my body on the line.
“So, you survived the match without maiming anyone,” a familiar voice called out, dragging me from my thoughts. “And you managed to score, too. What an overachiever.”
I swung my gaze around only for my eyes to land on Molloy’s fantastic fucking legs, as they dangled from the wall she was perched on.
Shielding my eyes from the evening sunshine, I squinted up at her.
Dressed in an oversized white jumper and tight denim jeans, she sucked on a red freezer ice pop, and smiled down at me. “Nice winning score, by the way.”
“Nice legs.”
Grinning, she took another lick from her freeze pop, before saying, “Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why means why, Molloy.”
“Do you want to hang out?”
“With you andhim?” I snorted. “No fucking thanks.”
“Come on, Joe,” she said in a playful tone, green eyes dancing with mischief. “Paul can be third wheel.”
“Funny.”
