Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“No one yet.” Cillian pumps his brows.
“These idiots have this thing where they like to screw girls together,” Aislin tells me.
“Why the fuck you spilling our secrets?” Rory asks, then sits. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Dean,” Tiernan answers for me.
“Who the fuck is Dean?” Rory asks again, stealing one of Aislin’s chips.
“Some asshole.” Cillian sits down too.
“Fuck you,” I reply, and the table goes quiet. Yeah, the three of them aren’t used to someone talking to them like this, but I’m not going to sit around and take their shit.
“Be careful, New Kid,” Tiernan warns. “You don’t want to talk like that to the wrong person and get yourself hurt.” He doesn’t blink when he looks at me, just holding my stare like a fucking psycho.
Aislin pushes to her feet. “I hate all of you. If you’re not careful, I’m going to hurt you.” She turns to me. “Come on, Dean. Let’s go outside.”
I should stay. I don’t want to give the impression they’ve sent me running, or that I’m scared, and I also need to find a way to get in. What I’m doing now isn’t fucking that, but my stomach is also twisting. I feel sick seeing him, hell, even breathing the same air as him.
I stand up, grab my food, and wrap it up. I don’t keep mine like Aislin does, tossing it into the trash as we head toward the door.
I feel Tiernan’s eyes on me the whole time.
When we get outside, Aislin says, “Hey…I know this sounds weird, but be careful with them, okay? You’re new, so you don’t know how it works, but they have a lot of pull. My brother and his friends…don’t get on their bad side.”
I nod at her warning, knowing I won’t listen. They’re the reason I’m here. It’s them who should fear me.
“I, um…should go. I don’t feel all that great.”
Aislin nods, and without another word, I walk away.
CHAPTER THREE
Tiernan
“Why are you such a dick?” Aislin pushes into my room in the off-campus house I share with Cillian and Rory.
I’m sitting on my bed, with my back against the headboard, and set my book on the mattress beside me. “It’s good to see you too, sis. How have your first few days of college been?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m serious, T. Why are you such a dick?”
“Have you met our father?”
My reply elicits a sigh, and she walks over and sits on the bed beside me. “We don’t have to be like him here.”
I have to be like him everywhere. “Who said I don’t want to?” When she doesn’t answer, I add, “I don’t know him.” It’s as far as I’ll go in explaining myself, and no one other than her would have even gotten that much out of me.
“That’s because he’s a freshman, dumbass.”
“Yeah, but he was the only freshman sitting at a table with my little sister. It’s my job to keep an eye on you.”
“I don’t need you to do that.”
No, she doesn’t, but that truth won’t change a damn thing. “I didn’t know he’s gay. I thought he wanted to fuck you.” I grab a joint from my nightstand, light the end, and take a drag.
It surprised the hell out of me that he’d admitted it so freely. Not that he should have a reason not to, but there’s something intriguing about him altogether. I can’t put my finger on it. He’s gorgeous, with buzzed brown hair, the look making him appear…mean or edgy or something. He has a sexy mouth with lips that definitely look like they’d be good for dick sucking, but what really gets me about him is his eyes. Not even the vivid blue, but the anger I see in them. Our new kid must hate the world as much as I do.
But he’s also fucking stupid because you don’t walk around talking to me, Cil, and Rory the way he did.
“Who cares if he did want to fuck me? I’m allowed to do that. You screw people all the time. Hell, Dad’s been married to Mom for almost thirty years, and he fucks people all the time.”
My body stiffens at her words, and I have to keep myself from losing my shit. Not because I want to stick up for him, but because I hate what he does to my mom.
I take another hit off the joint, then hold it out for my sister. She takes it, holding it to her mouth and pulling the smoke into her lungs.
When she exhales, she hands it back and drops her head to my shoulder. “I want to have fun while I’m here. I’ve never been given the same freedom as you. I want to make friends. I want to hook up with guys…and maybe girls. I want to party and do dumb shit.”