“News flash, asshole, this is me!” I screamed back, throwing my hands in the air. “This is me, and you can take it or leave it.”
“Liz.” Hugh’s voice was calmer when he walked over and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Lookat me.”
“No, no, no,” I strangled out, shaking my head. “Don’t even think about pulling that stunt on me.”
“I’m not pulling any stunts,” he replied, voice achingly gentle when I was screaming like a banshee. “And I’m not leaving you, either.” His hands drifted up to cup my face. “Just look at me, baby.” His thumbs caressed my cheeks tenderly. “Hmm?” He stepped closer. “Come back to me…”
“Does he know all the ways I’ve had you, munchkin?”
“He’ll never have your firsts, munchkin…”
“All of those belong to me…”
“I’ll make sure Biggs knows just how big of a whore his little girlfriend is…”
“And then I’ll kill him…”
A lone tear trickled down my cheek and I leaned into his touch. “I can’t.”
LUNCHTIME LIAISONS IN LIBRARIES
Hugh
OCTOBER 24, 2003
“DID YOU ASKLISADONOVAN FROM SIXTH YEAR TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND AT THEweekend?” Feely asked Johnny at big lunch on Friday.
We were breaking up from school today for the Halloween midterm and instead of being thrilled about my upcoming birthday and a week off school, I’d never felt more stressed.
“Because she’s telling the entire school she’s with you.”
“Did I fuck?” Kav spluttered, looking thoroughly offended at the notion. “What do ye take me for? A bleeding eejit?” Craning his neck up, he squinted across the lunch hall. “Which one is she?”
Feely pointed across the lunch hall to the girl in question. “The blond with the huge ass.”
I watched as our captain strained to get a better look at the blond before shaking his head. “Nope,” he confirmed before resuming his lunch. “Never happened.”
“Well, according to her, you did.”
“Well, according to me, I didn’t,” Kav snapped back, sounding irritated by the inquisition. “Lad, I’ve never spoken to that girl, let alone asked her to be my bleeding girlfriend.”
“You could do a lot worse, Johnny,” Gibsie snickered. “She’s a sixth year, you know.”
“Then why don’t you go ask her out, Gibs?” Kav shot back, smacking Gibs upside the head with a rolled-up ball of tinfoil.“Since you’re so fond of older women.” Shrugging, he added, “Besides, I don’t like blonds.”
“You don’t?” Feely asked, eyebrows raised in surprised.
“What can I say?” Kav replied with another shrug of his shoulders. “I’m more of a brunette man.”
“I don’t like blonds,” Gibsie mimicked before sticking his middle finger up at him. “What do you call me, asshole?”
“Am I fucking you, Gerard?”
“I sincerely hope not, Jonathan.”
“Well then, there you go.”
“Say you like blonds.”
