Choosing 13 | Johnny Kavanagh

chapter thirty one

Lilia
One year and few months ago

"Fuck sake," I muttered under my breath, sliding off the table to pull down the skirt.
Matteo shook my head at me, laughing, "not regretting it, aren't you Grayson?" he taunted jokingly, fixing his own clothes.

Rolling my eyes, I picked up my rucksack and opened the storage cupboard, "no word of this," I gave him a pointed look before walking out.
With my head high and no fucks to give, I walked through the halls of Mad Secondary where whispers were heard.
"I saw Matteo Kingsley go in there with her."

"What a slut!"
"Three lads in on-"
I knew what everybody was talking about when they thought I wasn't listening, but I knew, either from my brothers or from them not knowing I'm listening while having earbuds in.
I don't care- I shouldn't care if they think I'm a slut or not.
But a little part of me does care, and fuck me.

I can't really blame them, I do sleep around like a guy who has hormonal issues, it's just the only thing, besides for drugs, keeping my mind at bay and not drowning.
I shove my earbuds in my ears as I jog down to the hall, where lunch was held.
Immediately after walking in, I saw Evie waving me over as I walked toward our table to sit, "I need new lads to fuck," I grumbled, stealing one of Lola's chips.

Ev snorted, "still can't believe you shagged Kyle Lottbo," she laughed softly, reapplying her mascara.
"I can't believe I had the balls," I laughed with her.
Given that he was the fittest lad in the year above.
Lola scoffed, flapping her hands towards me, "sorry, aren't you the most gorgeous girl in our year?!" she squealed softly.
"People are slagging me off too," I said dumbly, stealing another chip.
Evie shook her head, a cheeky smile on her lips, "that's because they can't pull like you," she shrugged nonchalantly.
"Oi," Louis greeted, sitting next to Ev, the other three sitting next to him, "How are we?"

I smiled sarcastically, taking a drink of the coke, "we were discussing my sex life," I deadpanned.
I smiled at their physical pain, "great," Atlas faked a gag, "thanks for the imagery." Jet snorted.
Harvey scowled, hitting our friend in the chest, "that's my sister, I should be the one who is gagging."
"You're missing a show," I sang, my smile growing.

Harvey flipped me off, I cheered the bottle to him.
"As much I love this topic of conversation," Louis started but quietened his tone when Harvey gave him a look. "Guess what Harvey got us."
We all looked at the four, unimpressed, as they smiled at us mischievously.

"Raspberry vodka?" Lola asked hopefully, popping a lollipop in her mouth.
"I'm not made of money, Davenport," Harvey shook his head with a breathy laugh, "how would you like to be invited to a rich kid party?" My brother waggled his eyebrows about.
I cringed, "don't do that, Harvey," he frowned.
"Woah, what?!" Evie's eyes were practically out of her sockets, "rich kids? Like where they have the 'good alcohol'?"
Harvey rolled his eyes, laughing, "good pussy too."

"Dude," I scolded, but I was ignored by other questions.
"How did you land an invite?"
Jet smirked, "Jake Hills."
  "Daphne's boyfriend's brother?" Ev raised her eyebrows.
I choked on a laugh, "oh lord."

I know who they were associated with and I didn't want to accommodate my time with them, even if I had friends there.
Harvey rolled his eyes, annoyed, "what's the matter now?"
"Nothing," I shrugged once, laughing softly, "you know what mum said."
"Mum won't know," he leaned back, already over it, "and plus, wouldn't you want to see Liz and the lot," he added innocently.

I scoffed, shaking my head, "don't say that."
Because I wanted to see them as much as he could know, but I didn't want to be fucking dragged through hell like the last time, when we tried to meet up with them.
"It's one night, Lils," Lola said, trying to help.
And it was giving my soul to the devil when I said yes.