Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
I helped her then went with her to the art room so she could refill the paint bottle and mix the new colours we needed for the rest of the posters we had to do. I was looking around the art room while Alannah was busy and read the label on some of the new paint bottles.
"It says that all the paint is clothes friendly and can be washed out of fabrics," I said aloud then looked to Alannah.
She nodded. "I know, I tried to tell Micah that but she didn't listen. She just pushed me down and pulled my hair."
"What a cunt," I grunted making Alannah laugh.
I chuckled along with her then helped her carry the paint and some clean brushes and palettes back to the main hall.
"Girls what happened?" Miss McKesson's voice shouted when we entered the hall.
This got everyone's attention to fall on us.
Alannah looked at me with a panicked face, so I put on a playful one and said, "Things got a bit wild in the art room while we were mixin' some paint but don't worry, nothin' was damaged. Well, not beyond repair anyway."
Miss McKesson shook her head and waved us on as she chuckled.
Alannah and I blew out a breath and headed back over to our section where our posters still awaited us. We were sorting out our things when I felt a presence beyond me followed by a shadow falling over my worktop.
"Is there a reason why Micah is covered in paint and has a mad look about her?" Dominic's voice asked.
I turned around and smiled widely at him. "I have no idea what you're talkin' about, boyfriend."
Dominic smiled at me and flicked his eyes over my face then down to the front of my uniform. He looked to Alannah as well; who made a big show of looking around like Damien wasn't standing directly in front of her asking why her eye was swelling.
I grabbed Alannah's hand and tugged her to me then murmured, "You said she just pulled your hair! Did she punch you in the face too?"
"Just once but it's fine," she murmured back.
"You know we can hear everything you're saying," Damien's voice interrupted our murmuring chat.
I looked to him then to Dominic, who stood like he was waiting for an explanation.
I glared at him. "Don't give me that look. Micah was hittin' her over a stupid accident, like I'm goin' to stand by and not help me friend out when she needs me!"
Dominic fucking beamed at me as he said, "Friend?"
I felt myself flush. "Yeah, we're friends, it's not that shockin'!"
Dominic laughed, reached forward and pulled me into him.
"I'm gettin' paint on you," I gasped.
"It's school paint, it will wash out," he replied.
"If only Micah had that logic," Alannah mumbled making me laugh.
I glanced at her and watched as she blatantly ignored Damien's attempts at flirting to get her attention. I grinned when he frowned at the back of her paint stained head; he looked so confused as to why he didn't have her attention. The poor sod didn't realise he wasn't going to get her for the dirty romp he wanted.
"I'm going to finish helping with hanging up the posters," Damien said to the back of Alannah's head.
"Bye," Alannah chirped and began lowly singing along to the song that was playing through the speakers in the hall.
Damien grunted then turned and walked off. No, more like stormed off.
"What's eating him?" Dominic murmured as he watched his brother walk away.
I tugged on Dominic's shirt for his attention, and when I got it, I flicked my eyes Alannah's way. "He wants someone he can't have," I whispered.
Dominic looked to Alannah and then to Damien, who was already straight into flirting with girls across the hall, probably to make himself feel better about Alannah ignoring him.
Dominic fully smiled when he looked back to me. "You made a friend and stood up to Micah; Damien got shut down by a girl; I haven't gotten into a fight this week. What the hell is happening around here?"
I chuckled and hugged him tight. "Things are changin' for the better," I said as I flicked my eyes to my new friend then to Damien, who was watching her from across the hall with a look of determination about him. "Definitely for the better."
"Bronagh?" Dominic's voice called from downstairs.
I peeked my head from under the covers of my bed. "What?" I shouted back.
"Come here!" he shouted even louder.
I groaned as I pushed my blankets from my body and got out of my bed. I slipped my feet into my fuzzy slippers and walked zombie-like out of my room, down the hall, and down the stairs. No one was in the sitting room so I went into the kitchen and froze when I caught sight of all the Slater brothers seated at my kitchen table. They made the room look tiny.
"Is someone dead?" I asked, wariness in my voice.
Ryder gave me a weird look. "No, why?"
I shrugged. "The last time this many people were sat around my kitchen table was when a bunch of people were tellin' me that me ma and da were gone to Heaven and wouldn't be comin' home. I was young, but I still knew that meant they were dead."
Ryder blinked at me while the others just looked at me with different expressions on their faces.
"Then of course the Garda tried to take me away and put me into care, and that resulted in Branna almost gettin' arrested for assaultin' a Garda," I smirked making the five brothers snort and laugh as well.
"How come she wasn't charged?" Damien asked me as I turned and began looking through the fridge for something to eat.
"They said she was shocked over our parents death and that someone tryin' to take me from her was askin' to be punched in the face, which is exactly what Branna did." I stood up when I had the makings for a sandwich and turned to Ryder with a grin on my face. "She used to kickbox before our parents died, so remember that when you make her mad."