𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 21: 𓆩⟡𓆪

Note: they are so sailor song by gigi perez guys ugh 💔

I'm outside, sitting on the hard concrete floor of the hallway during lunch. Joey is having a smoke beside me.

I keep touching my lips, remembering how yesterday Katie came all over my fingers.

God, she was addicting. The taste of her fucking lips, her soft legs, the way her hand tangled in my hair. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head.

It doesn't even matter that I didn't get to cum. The fact that I got her to is enough for me.

Joey ruffles my hair, looming over me as smoke blows out of his lips. "It's obvious, Lizzie."

"What? What's obvious?" I say defensively, glaring up at him. I'm genuinely confused.

"That you just had sex. Don't you know that people around you can tell when you got your freak on or not?"

I huff, shaking my head. "First of all," I point an accusing finger at him. "I didn't have sex with her. I don't even think that's possible."

Joey raises a brow.

"Second of all!" I'm quick to continue before he can say anything stupid. "The only thing I did was get her off. She didn't touch me."

He takes another drag of his cigarette, looking away. "Hmm."

I grit my teeth together, turning my head away.

"Shan knows about this whole ordeal, right?"

"Yup."

"Fuck." Joey mumbles. "Good thing she doesn't gossip or tell everyone's shit. You're not friends with Claire anymore, which helps."

I shrug, looking down at my fingers and picking at the skin. I think back on a memory of Shannon, Claire, and I.

"Come on, guys! I'm not even that bad at makeup!" Claire protests. She's holding a couple of makeup brushes in one hand and an eyeshadow pallet in the other.

Shannon sits up on her bed, looking at the makeup. I groan. She's actually considering Claires offer.

"Claire, just give it a rest, will you?" I say, burying my face in her pillow.

Before I know it I feel two hands tug on my ankles and drag me down the bed.

Shannon laughs as I squirm, "Claireeee," I grumble.

Reluctantly, I sit up on her bed and rest my back against the wall. The curlyheaded blonde sits infront of me with the biggest grin.

"You're gonna look gorgeous, trust me. Pierce won't keep his hands off you."

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"What. The. Fuck."

I'm staring at myself in the mirror of her bathroom, my mouth agape, and all the girls do is laugh. Shannon leans against the doorframe and Claire grips the scene.

"What? Do you not like it?" Claire asks.

"No! I'm literally a fecking clown, Claire!" I said.

And I was serious.

Somehow, someway, Claire managed to use white powder for foundation, smear bright red lipstick all over my lips, and give me rosy cheeks.

"It's... so.. bad... her Irish accent.. got.. worse," Shannon says in between her laughter, which only makes Claire snicker more.

I shake my head, a smile forming on my lips in disbelief.

"Come on. It's your turn." I start ushering Shannon back to the bedroom.

"What?! No!" Her giggles fade as she huffs. "Please, guys, no. I'll break out."

All Claire does is cackle. "Whatever you say, girlie.."

I smile softly. I remember how cute Shannon looked as a clown. We tried doing Claires clown makeup but it turned out like shit, which had us laughing all night.

I remember Hugh entered the room without permission and gave us the weirdest looks. He told us to keep it down, but I could barely listen to anything he said at the time.

I hated him so, so much. At the time, he was the only one who could make my chest ache so deliciously.

He was my person.

And then he was Katie's.

But now, I want Katie to be mine.

I want to be Katie's.

I exhaled deeply. I can't be thinking these thoughts. It's strictly hookups between us - It can't ever be anything more.

I know it will kill her if people started calling her names or began bullying her for being with me. But..

The heart wants what it wants.