"Oh my God, that's them!" Shelly shrieked, elbowing Helen while gesturing to the group of teenage boys strolling up the pathway of the club grounds.

Swinging around, you studied the dozen or more giant-looking boys and quickly homed in on the one that belonged to you. As soon as you locked eyes on Hugh, laughing and messing around with his friends, it felt like your entire body had caught on fire.

Clad in jeans and a tight, fited shirt, with his hair styled in his usual sexily tousled way, your boyfriend looked fucking edible.

"How is it that boys only need to throw on a shirt and jeans and gel their hair to look so dreamy?" Helen groaned, speaking your thoughts aloud. "It's not fair."

"Okay, now I'm scared," Shelly chimed in, looking nervous.

"You don't have to kiss anyone,"

Claire reminded her. "I'm not." Smiling, she added, "I came to dance."

"Dammit," One of the third-year girl's standing in front of you in the line complained. "Johnny Kavanagh isn't with them."

"Why are you so surprised?" Said another girl. "He never comes to these things."

"Well, I don't know about Captain Fantastic coming, but his sexy sidekick will be coming for me later tonight," Laughed another.

"Gibsie?" The first one exclaimed.

"Yes, Gibsie, The dark-haired girl confirmed. "Have you seen that boy without his shirt on? He's fire."

“Ignore her, Claire,” You said loud enough for the girls to hear you. “The only thing she’ll be coming on tonight is her hand."

"Oh God," Shelly and Helen groaned in unison, taking a safe step behind Claire.

The third year girls' laughter quietened and one of them swung around to toss you a dirty look. The moment you locked eyes on each other, recognition filled her blue eyes. Oh yeah, she remembered you. Our previous encounter at school, when you caught wind of her trying to sit on your boyfriend’s lap during Irish, had been a memorable one.*

"Ugh," The brunette sneered, glaring at you. "Of course it's you.”

You sent her a grin. "Hi,”

“How does it feel to be the biggest bitch in school?"

"Trust me, you haven't met my version of bitch yet," You shot back without missing a beat. the "But put your hands on that boy and you'll quickly find out."

"You girls don't own those boys, you know."

"See, that's where you're wrong" You argued back at her. "Because you claim what you lick and Claire called dibs on that boy a long time ago, so why don't you hurry along and find some other misfortunate asshole to sink your teeth in?"

"Fuck you, bitch."

"Id rather be a bitch than a whore. Now, off you go, whore."

"Yeah," Claire added, finding her voice with a little backup. "You heard her. Skedaddle."

A few more insults were tossed back and forth before the lads joined you.

"How are the ladies?" Robbie Mac acknowledged, while he and the rest of his teammates cut in line and joined you near the front. Of course, because they were the rugby gods of Tommen, nobody said a word about it. Assholes.

"Claire-Bear!" Making a beeline for your friend, Thor draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side. "Christ, you're a sight for sore eyes."

“There’s my baby,” A familiar voice whispered in your ear, and a deep, illicit shiver rippled through your body when his chest brushed against your back.

God, he was so much taller now. For a while when you two were younger, you were almost the same height. He was always an inch or so taller, but you thought you might catch up. Not anymore, though. No, because his hormones had taken puberty seriously and he was now towering above you.