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“You fucking idiot!” Danny roared, stalking toward her. “That wasmyball!”
“Oh yeah?” I heard Lizzie shout back at him, while moving to stand in front of Gibsie. “Well, now it belongs to the fish.”
“If you know what’s good for ya, you’ll get my ball now.”
“And if you know what’s good foryou, you and your asshole friends will leavemyfriend alone!” Looking furious, she pointedto Gibs, who was sitting up again, while my sister held the sleeve of her jumper to his nose. “You have the nerve to call Gibs ‘Fatty’? At least when he bleeds actual blood comes out. If we poked a hole in your fat ass, tomato sauce would come out!”
Now, everyone was laughing again, but atDanny’sexpense this time.
“Do you want to say that to my face?”
“I thought I already had,” Lizzie shot back sarcastically. “But do you want to turn around for me to tell your other side, you two-faced prick?”
“Enough of your lip,” Danny seethed, closing the space between them, as he pointed toward the river. “You better climb in there and get it back.”
Liz stood her ground and glared up at him in defiance. “I would rather shit in my hand and clap.”
“Get my ball, bitch,” Danny threatened, pushing his chest against her. “Now.”
“Get it yourself,bitch,” Lizzie hissed, shoving him backwards. “And get out of my face.”
I was already moving toward them to break up the fight, but when Danny pushed Liz hard enough to knock her over, I saw red.
“Hey!” Bolting toward them, I fisted the back of Danny’s jersey and dragged him away from Liz. “Back the fuck off!”
“She kicked my ball into the fucking river,” Danny argued, trying and failing to step around me in his bid to get to Liz. “She’s getting my goddamn ball back, Hughie!”
“Fuck your ball,” I roared, slapping down the fist he had reared back that Iknewwas intended for Liz. “And fuck you for even thinking about it.”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Biggs?” he demanded, turning his fury on me now. He pushed his chest against mineand hissed, “We’ve been friends since we were four and you’re takingthatbitch’s side?”
“Call her a bitch one more time and you’re going to find out how much on her side I am,” I warned, squaring up right back at him. “And if you ever think about putting your hands on her again, I’ll take the head clean off ya.”
“Whoa, lads.” That was Robbie Mac as he and Feely pushed between us. “Settle down, Dan,” he coaxed, trying to steer his asshole best friend out of harm’s way. “It’s just a ball, lad. It’s not that deep.”
“He’s a pussy-whipped prick,” Danny shouted, louder now that Robbie had moved him out of punching range. “Do ya hear me, Biggsie? That little bitch has you whipped big-time, lad.”
“Keep the head, Hughie,” Feely instructed, keeping a firm grip on my shoulders. “Keep the head, lad.”
“Hey, Danny!” Lizzie stalked across the pitch to where he was being held back by Robbie. “Wait, I forgot to give you something.”
“Bitch, the only thing I want from you is my ba-allllllll!” Danny’s words broke off into a high-pitched scream when Liz kicked him right in the gonads.
“That’s for laughing at my friend,” she hissed, planting her hands on her hips. “And for calling him fat.”
Folding like a pancake, Danny rolled around on the grass, whimpering and cupping his junk.
“And if you think you’re in pain now, just wait, asshole, because if you eventhinkabout calling him names again”—she paused to jab a thumb inmydirection, before continuing—“I’ll do a hell of a lot more than kick you in the balls.” Crouching down so he would hear her, she spat, “I will cut them out of yourgoochand feed them to your bitch-ass friend.”
Having said all that, Lizzie kicked him once more before turning and shoving Robbie out of her way.
“Lad,” Feely chuckled, nudging my shoulder with his as we watched Liz walk toward us. “I don’t know if I’m in love or in fear for my life.”
I could only hope it was the latter for Feely because I was fairly sure I was stuck on the former.
AT LEAST YOU DIDN’T BITE HIM
Lizzie
