filthy in more ways than one

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ʚɞ Adeline ʚɞ

February 25, 2005

Sitting in the stands of the Tommen rugby pitch, I watched as the team played Kilbeg Prep. It was pouring rain and freezing cold but I didn't care. My attention was stuck on Gerard.

"Your brother is a fine piece of man," Gracelyn purred from beside me, "When is he going to wake up and realize he loves me."

I laughed. Grace had been pining after Johnny forever. In fact, I couldn't remember a time when she didn't have a massive crush on him.

It use to bother me when we were young but now I thought it was funny. I'd deny it if anyone asked but, I was one hundred percent team Johnny and Grace.

"Hopefully someday soon," I smiled, "And hopefully Gerard will suffer the same fate with me."

"Cop on," Grace scoffed, "The lad is already in love with you. You both just pretend like you don't know."

"Because he doesn't mean it, Gracelyn," I frowned, "He flirts with everything that has a vagina. I'm not special."

She rolled her eyes, "The both of you are eejits."

"Yeah, Hugh!" I shouted when Hughie kicked the ball over the sideline. It had brushed the opposing team's finger before going out of play making it our line out.

"Did you hear Gabriella is dating that hot guy we saw at the chipper that one day?" Grace asked.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "They've been together for a while now."

"Why didn't I know this?"

"I don't know. Wake up, girl," I laughed, looking back to the pitch where Gerard was being thrust into the air by his teammates to catch the ball, "Yes, Ger!"

I loved watching rugby matches, specifically the ones that Gerard played in. As fun as it was seeing my older brother light up the pitch, it was more fun seeing his best friend looking absolutely gorgeous.

"Oh my god!" Grace grimaced when four of Kilbeg's forwards tackled Johnny to the ground, "Tell me he's still hot."

Watching Johnny play was worrying. He'd torn his adductor a few months back and I knew he was still in pain, even if he wouldn't tell me.

When the pile up of lads on top of Johnny dispersed, the medic rushed over to him.

"Thank god, he's still a ride," Grace swooned, "This isn't fair."

Looking back the pitch, Stephan McGarrys eyes were locked on me and I felt my stomach churn.

I wanted to curl up and die right there. He scared me—actually no, he terrified me. I hated that I let him scare me.

"Is it just me or is Stephan staring at you?" Grace questioned, looking between us.

"I don't know," I mumbled, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

"He definitely is."

"Who cares?"

"Me. Why is he staring?"

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