01 1- PATRICK FEELY
You know how I know I’m going to hell? Well, besides the obvious—drinking too much, sleeping around. *Her.* My best mate’s girl. She’s the only thing rattling around in my head these days, and I’m a proper dickhead for it. I know I am. But I can’t help it—every time Hughie leaves the room, I feel this spark of… *relief.* Because then it’s just me and her. *Alone.* It’s about ten at night when the eejit *finally* decides to take a shower. I should feel guilty. Ashamed. Something. Anything. But I don’t. And honestly? The bastard doesn’t deserve her anyway. He’s still sniffing around Liz—we all know it. He’s toying with her. His *actual* girl. And I’m pretty sure she knows. She’s not stupid. She’s sharp as they come. So what the fuck is she still doing with Biggs? Is it his looks? His fake charm? The way people seem to like him? It’s gotta be something. But what? *It sure as hell isn’t what he’s doing in bed.* If he’s even doing anything at all. Fecking virgin. I can tell by
About 01 1- PATRICK FEELY
You know how I know I’m going to hell? Well, besides the obvious—drinking too much, sleeping around. *Her.* My best mate’s girl. She’s the only thing rattling around in my head these days, and I’m a proper dickhead for it. I know I am. But I can’t help it—every time Hughie leaves the room, I feel this spark of… *relief.* Because then it’s j...Read more