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I narrowed my eyes in challenge.“And?”
“And nothing,” he muttered, looking uncomfortable “I thought you would’ve binned her off by now.”
“Why would I do something as absurd as that?”
“Look around ya, Biggsie,” Pierce replied, sounding genuinely confused by my reaction. “Why would you want to be tied down to the same girl you’ve been with since primary school when you could get with a hundred girls here?”
“Because Idon’twant any of these girls.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because I alreadyhavethe girl I want.”
“But how can you know for sure if you don’t at least test the waters?” he continued to push. “You’re a shoo-in for the number ten jersey, lad. You’re going to have girls falling at your feet, and you’re telling me you’re going to give that all up for—”
“The blond at the next table,” Feely swiftly interjected, only too aware of how this asshole rubbed me up the wrong way. “She kissed me.”
“No fucking way,” Pierce cheered, attention immediately shifting to Feely. “You’re a legend, lad.”
Several of the lads from Scoil Eoin joined our table then and quickly set to work on ranking, rating, and eyeing up the girls around us like the desperate dogs they were.
Meanwhile, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, while I tried to calm myself down.Fucking Pierce. There wasn’t a girl at this school who could hold a candle to Liz, and even if there were, Istill wouldn’t be swayed because Lizzie’s looks weren’t what had me locked down. It washer.
Scrolling through my phone, I noticed I had one unread text message and quickly tapped into it. My pulse quickened when I saw it was from Liz, with the time marked 08:39.
You can look but don’t touch. x
Keeping my chin ducked low to hide my smile, I tapped out a response and pressed send.
The only girl I’m looking at ismygirl, and she’s the only girl I’ll be touching. x
Knowing I wouldn’t get a response from Liz until she finished school, I slid my phone back in my pocket and retrained my attention on the mind-numbingly dull conversation happening around me which consisted of girls, girls, and more girls.
Blonds.
Brunettes.
Redheads.
Tall girls.
Short girls.
Girls with small tits.
Girls with big tits.
Girls that looked like grown women.
Girls that were off limits.
Jesus Christ, it was exhausting listening to them.
“But you would if you could get away with it, wouldn’t you?” Lukey asked, directing his question at me.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I gave him my attention. “Would I what?”
“Score with another girl?”
