My brother snickered. “You’d really jump over the bro code—”
“Brother, I’d sell my soul for that ass. Yours too.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could that Damien was shaking his head as he chuckled to himself.
“I think you’re drooling.”
I swallowed. “I am. Jesus, I’m in love. I am actually in love.”
“You haven’t even seen her face yet.”
“Don’t care,” I answered. “Look at her fucking ass, bro.”
Damien clapped me on the shoulder. “I’m bowing out. You look like you’re about to cry with happiness. Her ass is perfect for you.”
“It’s beautiful.”
I sat up straight, rolled my neck on my shoulders, and ignored all the stares from my female classmates to focus on this brown-haired goddess. I hadn’t seen her face yet, her chin was tucked against her chest and her hair fell over her face like a veil, but I didn’t care. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so bad it almost hurt, and for that reason alone, I knew I had to be charming and forward just enough that she wanted me to fuck her, too.
When she turned her head in my direction, and her hair shifted, my pants became ridiculously tight. Not only was her ass fat and her body banging, but her face ... she was beautiful. And not that fake model kind of beauty but a natural beauty. Her skin was fair, her nose tiny, her lips were on the small side, but her eyes were large and bright green. She wasn’t even that close to me, and I could see how green they were.
She kept her eyes lowered as she came to a stop next to the table.
“That’s me desk,” she said, her tone flat.
I was a little taken aback by her tone. She already sounded irritated with me, and I hadn’t spoken a word to her yet. It rubbed me the wrong way that she wouldn’t look me in the eye when she spoke to me. It made me feel like she was speaking down to me, and I hated when people treated me lesser than themselves.
Wordlessly, Damien made a move to get up, but for some reason, I stuck my hand out and placed it on his shoulder, halting his movements. We were new students here, so we didn’t know this seat was assigned because out teacher never objected to us sitting here. This girl, no matter how hot she was or how fucking stunning her ass was, wasn’t going to order me and my brother around. We took orders from one person too many as it was.
“Your desk?” I asked with a raised brow. “Does it have your name on it or something?”
She looked me in the eye, and for a few seconds, she didn’t answer me. She was thinking hard about something, but like the flip of a switch, she snapped out of it, and said, “Yeah, it does.”
She pointed at a name that was carved into the desk, and I hadn’t a single fucking clue how to pronounce it.
“Bro-what?”
The chick flat out rolled her eyes at me, and I got a kick out of annoying her, and I had no clue why.
“Bronagh.”
“Bro-nah?” I repeated, then to myself I mumbled, “What’s the point of the damn g if it’s gonna be silent?”
Bronagh cocked a brow. “Yeah, that’s how ye’ say me name, and it is on my desk as ye’ can clearly see.”
Damien snorted. “She has you by the balls on that, bro. Let’s just move out of this lovely woman’s way and sit in the back row next to the pretty ladies.”
If the giggling we heard was anything to go by, the other girls in our class were listening to our conversation. They were all clearly interested in me and my brother but not Bronagh. If I was being honest, she looked like she was disgusted at that moment, and I’d be damned if I didn’t feel offended. I wasn’t used to this. I’d never met a girl who was instantly moody with me upon our first meeting ... not even the ones who I didn’t want to fuck. It rattled me a little but excited me even more.
I knew she would be a challenge, and I was so pumped for it.
I rose slowly from my seat, and teased, “I warmed it up for you.”
“Be sure to thank your arse for me,” she said as she moved past me and sat down in the seat I just vacated. She put her bag on the chair where Damien had been sitting and tugged it close. It was obvious she was stating that no one was to sit next to her, and that amused the fuck out of me.
I laughed a little as I turned and followed Damien down to a row of tables in the back of the classroom. Another girl with long black hair was getting something out of her bag and happened to look up at me as I sat down at the table behind her.
“What’s her problem?” I asked her, making sure my voice was loud enough for Bronagh to hear.
“Who? Bronagh? Nothin’,” the black-haired girl replied. “She just doesn’t like attention or people that much. She prefers to be by ‘erself.”
“She doesn’t like people?” I repeated. “Is there something wrong with her?”
If she was a psychopath, there was no way I was investing time in her. I didn’t care how perfect her ass was. I had enough shit in my life to deal with without having an insane girl put me on her hit list.
“I’m sure there are many things wrong with me accordin’ to you, but I assure ye’ pretty boy,” Bronagh said aloud, without turning around. “Me hearin’ is perfectly fine.”
A few people chuckled, and even I grinned. She was ballsy, I had to give her that.
“Inside voice, bro.” Damien teased.
While she amused me, I wasn’t about to let her insult me ... She’d probably think I was some pussy assed pushover otherwise.
“Pretty boy?” I repeated, my voice gruff. “Who does that bitch think she is talking to?”
“Okay, less of that,” Miss McKesson said, standing up once she heard the word bitch. “Bronagh, these lads are our new students, all the way from the United States of America.”
Bronagh twirled her finger around in the air. “Go US of A.”
Miss McKesson bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head.
“The Slater boys are twins, obviously. It’s easy to tell them apart with them havin’ different hair colour. Nico has brown hair, and Damien has blond hair, well, more white than blond.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that miss, thank you.”
Miss McKesson introduced Bronagh then.
“And this lovely lady, lads, is Bronagh Murphy.”
“It’s a pleasure, Miss Murphy.”
“I seriously doubt that, Mr. Slater,” Bronagh replied, making the class laugh.
“Okay, back to whatever it was that you were all doin’ before Bronagh came to class,” Miss McKesson said with a wave of her hand.
Not a second later, more questions fired left, right, and centre from the girls to myself and Damien. Every girl except Bronagh and the black-haired girl in front of us. I was about to reach forward so I could touch her shoulder and ask for her name, but Damien was way ahead of me. The girl looked around when he tapped her shoulder, and she raised a brow in silent question.
“I’m Damien Slater,” he said. “And you are?”
“Alannah Ryan,” she replied with a smile. “Nice to meet ye’.”
Fuck, she was cute. Damien thought so too, the fact that he was blocked out every other girl in the room told me that Alannah would most likely be a girl he had some fun with. I turned my attention from their mundane conversation and focused on Bronagh who was unwinding the wire of her earphones from around an iPod. I watched as she called our teacher.
“Miss?”
When Miss McKesson looked at Bronagh, she shook her iPod at her. The teacher nodded, clearly giving her silent permission to listen music, and that interested me.
“Shit, you’re allowed to listen to iPods here?” I asked Alannah.
“Huh?” she said, looked from Damien to me to Bronagh and back again. “Oh no, just Bronagh. She gets ‘er work done every day, so she is allowed to listen to it as long as the volume is low.”