OFF," I screamed. "JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, I HATE YOU!"
His eyebrows jumped a little at my shouting, but I didn't care. Fuck him. I turned and pretty much jogged away and all the way home. I didn't stop moving until I was safely inside my house. I sank down to my arse with the hall door pressed to my back.
"Bronagh? Is that you? I got off early and tried ringin' you to see if you needed-" Branna's voice was cut off mid-sentence before a muffled laugh quickly filled up the silence. "You look like a soaked rat!"
I growled and leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes. I winced a little when my stomach began to cramp up, adding further horribleness to my already shitty day.
"I didn't think it was rainin' that hard. You're seriously soaked, Bee. What happened?"
I grunted as I continued to sit on the floor, shopping bags gathered around me. I could easily tell her that an American prick soaked me with his car after harassing me inside the supermarket, but I honestly didn't want to talk about Dominic or even think about the arsehole.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Fuming that I was soaked to the bone and annoyed that I had a female reproductive system, I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes again before exhaling loudly. Dominic was pretty much to blame for one of those things, so I decided to blame everything that was wrong with me on him as well.
It was official, I now and would forever more hate Dominic Slater.
"I don't want to go, I still feel like shite. Please, Branna, don't make me go. If you love me at all, you won't make me do this," I wailed and flung my limbs around like it was nobody's business.
Branna grunted as she continued to pull at my waist, trying to get me to release the handle of the passenger door of her car.
"I'm goin' to be late for class and so are you, so let go and get goin'!"
I gripped the handle of the car tighter. "Never!"
Branna sighed, loudly. "I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice."
I furrowed my eyebrows together and wondered what was she talking about- "Ahh!" I screamed, cutting my thoughts off. "No, Branna, don't tickle me! Mercy, mercy !"
She showed no mercy, she tickled under my armpits and down my ribs until I was a convulsing mess and jumped away from the car and her. She quickly locked up the car by pressing a button on her keys as soon as I was a metre or two away.
I was straightening my clothes out and shivering a little in my tickle aftermath while Branna folded her arms across her chest and cocked her eyebrow at me, daring me to come at her and the car again.
I groaned. "You're the worst sister ever, I'm dyin' here!"
Branna rolled her eyes. "You took your painkillers and ate some food, you can't miss class just to lay in bed and do nothin' so get!"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "When the day comes that you're in labour with a child I'm goin' to laugh at you and remind you of this day!" With that said, I turned and stomped across the car park towards my school's entrance.
"Have a nice day, you big baby!" Branna shouted after me, laughing.
Bitch!
I entered school just as the class bell rang, so I picked up my pace to a little jog. I didn't want to get a late stamp and be told off by teachers because that would just make me feel even worse. I got to registration class roughly three minutes after class started so when I entered the room, everyone was already seated and looked at the door when it opened. I didn't look at anyone, only my tutor who smiled at me when I walked in.
She looked a little too happy to see me.
"Welcome back, Bronagh, we missed you on Friday."
Sure.
"Uh, sorry I'm late, I overslept," I muttered.
The miss waved me off. "Not a bother, you're actually the girl I need to do a job for me since you're already on your feet."
Oh, bollocks.
"Uh, okay," I muttered.
She turned to the rest of the class. "I need another female volunteer for this special job."
Not one single girl
His eyebrows jumped a little at my shouting, but I didn't care. Fuck him. I turned and pretty much jogged away and all the way home. I didn't stop moving until I was safely inside my house. I sank down to my arse with the hall door pressed to my back.
"Bronagh? Is that you? I got off early and tried ringin' you to see if you needed-" Branna's voice was cut off mid-sentence before a muffled laugh quickly filled up the silence. "You look like a soaked rat!"
I growled and leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes. I winced a little when my stomach began to cramp up, adding further horribleness to my already shitty day.
"I didn't think it was rainin' that hard. You're seriously soaked, Bee. What happened?"
I grunted as I continued to sit on the floor, shopping bags gathered around me. I could easily tell her that an American prick soaked me with his car after harassing me inside the supermarket, but I honestly didn't want to talk about Dominic or even think about the arsehole.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Fuming that I was soaked to the bone and annoyed that I had a female reproductive system, I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes again before exhaling loudly. Dominic was pretty much to blame for one of those things, so I decided to blame everything that was wrong with me on him as well.
It was official, I now and would forever more hate Dominic Slater.
"I don't want to go, I still feel like shite. Please, Branna, don't make me go. If you love me at all, you won't make me do this," I wailed and flung my limbs around like it was nobody's business.
Branna grunted as she continued to pull at my waist, trying to get me to release the handle of the passenger door of her car.
"I'm goin' to be late for class and so are you, so let go and get goin'!"
I gripped the handle of the car tighter. "Never!"
Branna sighed, loudly. "I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice."
I furrowed my eyebrows together and wondered what was she talking about- "Ahh!" I screamed, cutting my thoughts off. "No, Branna, don't tickle me! Mercy, mercy !"
She showed no mercy, she tickled under my armpits and down my ribs until I was a convulsing mess and jumped away from the car and her. She quickly locked up the car by pressing a button on her keys as soon as I was a metre or two away.
I was straightening my clothes out and shivering a little in my tickle aftermath while Branna folded her arms across her chest and cocked her eyebrow at me, daring me to come at her and the car again.
I groaned. "You're the worst sister ever, I'm dyin' here!"
Branna rolled her eyes. "You took your painkillers and ate some food, you can't miss class just to lay in bed and do nothin' so get!"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "When the day comes that you're in labour with a child I'm goin' to laugh at you and remind you of this day!" With that said, I turned and stomped across the car park towards my school's entrance.
"Have a nice day, you big baby!" Branna shouted after me, laughing.
Bitch!
I entered school just as the class bell rang, so I picked up my pace to a little jog. I didn't want to get a late stamp and be told off by teachers because that would just make me feel even worse. I got to registration class roughly three minutes after class started so when I entered the room, everyone was already seated and looked at the door when it opened. I didn't look at anyone, only my tutor who smiled at me when I walked in.
She looked a little too happy to see me.
"Welcome back, Bronagh, we missed you on Friday."
Sure.
"Uh, sorry I'm late, I overslept," I muttered.
The miss waved me off. "Not a bother, you're actually the girl I need to do a job for me since you're already on your feet."
Oh, bollocks.
"Uh, okay," I muttered.
She turned to the rest of the class. "I need another female volunteer for this special job."
Not one single girl
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