Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
"Twenty bucks says she kicks his ass before they leave the house," Kane grinned over his shoulder at me and Dominic.
I growled, "It's twenty Euros not bucks. Eejit!"
Damien hollered with laughter as he closed the door behind himself and the lads. I huffed and puffed to break out of the arms caged around me, but when they wouldn't budge I gave in and sagged back into Dominic, who didn't move an inch.
"You finished with your temper tantrum, sweetie?" he asked, his tone annoyed.
I shrugged. "Give me a minute, I'll get an energy boost from somewhere and scratch your eyes out."
"As amusing as you being a batshit crazy bitch is, can you cut me some slack until after my fight? We can go fifty rounds of arguing, and you hitting me then. Okay?"
He made it sound like I abused him!
"No! Let me go. I'm not goin' to your poxy fight. I wanna go home, somewhere you and your stupid fightin' pit, or circle, or whatever that stupid thing is, won't be."
He let go of me, and I stumbled forward. "Fine, fuck off home then. I don't need this bullshit before a fight."
Him and his stupid bloody fight.
"Fuck you, you bloody gobshite!" I growled as I spun around to face him.
His eyes raked over my body in my tight fitting dress and he smirked. I glared at him so hard, holes should have appeared in his head. I turned and stormed out of the house - barefoot - and down the driveway and climbed into the back of the Jeep.
"Drop me home first, I'm not goin' to that stupid fight," I stated and kept my eyes straight ahead after I settled between Alec and Kane, who wouldn't even look at me after I spoke.
Dominic got into the Jeep and since he didn't have a seat, he half-shared with Damien. They were muttering the entire ride to my house, and it pissed me off because I heard Damien say things like 'tell her' and 'she has a right to know what you do' and it was freaking me out.
"Do you want me to-"
"No, it's fine. It's Friday, Supernatural is on tonight. I'll watch that before I go to bed," I muttered to Branna after I cut her off then leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
"Touch her, I fucking dare you, bro!" Dominic suddenly growled.
Alec's voice laughed. "I'm not doing anything."
"You're looking at her ass!"
I shuffled out of the car, angrily climbing over Damien and Dominic making them grunt, yelp, and hiss when my knees pressed into sensitive areas.
"It was in my face, what am I supposed to do, be rude and look away?" Alec asked making Kane and Ryder chuckle.
I ignored him and his teasing and took the key Branna held out from her side of the car.
I said goodbye to my sister, gave Dominic the finger, everyone else got a smile then I walked up the garden.
"Jesus, Bronagh, it's freezing, girly! Get your arse inside and into warm clothes!" Mrs. Brown shouted from my right as she exited her house.
I heard chuckles from behind me, but I ignored them.
"Will do, Mrs. Brown." I smiled to her.
I didn't look back as I entered my house and closed the door. I shook myself out, noticing my legs were tingling from the cold. I headed straight upstairs and jumped into a warm shower then got out and changed into my pyjamas. I took my time drying and straightening my hair before I went downstairs, stocked up on ice-cream and cookies, and headed back up to my room.
I turned the station on for Supernatural and dug into my food while I waited for it to come on. When it finally did come up, I lasted only twenty minutes before I turned it off and snuggled under my covers. Good thing I always recorded the episodes.
I lay on my bed tossing and turning and even though I was knackered tired, I still couldn't sleep. It took me a few minutes to realise I was worried about Dominic, and the thought alone made me bolt upright and break out in a sweat.
If I was worried about him getting hurt during his fight, that obviously meant I really cared for him. I groaned then because I knew I more than cared for him. Just thinking about him made my heart race. I knew everyone risked their hearts going into a relationship, but when I really thought about the impact that hurt could have on me, I would just die altogether if it felt as bad as when I lost my parents. I couldn't survive that again, no way.
I shook my head at my train of thought and inwardly kicked myself for thinking so negative. I had to have a positive outlook, things would just be miserable otherwise.
I sighed as I got out of bed and grabbed my phone off my locker.
Is he okay? Did he win his fight?
I went into the bathroom after I hit send and went to the toilet, then came back into my dark room. My phone lit up, and I found myself rushing towards it.
His fight got delayed, he just left the circle now, but yeah he is fine. He won by knockout which isn't surprising since he was mad from your fight from earlier. The lad he was fighting didn't have a chance.
The knowledge that he was okay lifted a weight off my shoulder and gave me some of my stubbornness back.
Whatever. He started it by saying me arse had its own postcode!
Okay, he didn't say that, but he was clearly thinking it after the way he described the damage my arse did to his stupid Xbox.
I tucked my phone under my pillow and climbed back into bed; sleep came very easily then, and not even the sensation from the phone vibrating made me move.
I wasn't fully asleep, but I wasn't awake either, so when I heard the door open, and people talking downstairs I knew Dominic had somehow talked Branna into letting him come back here.