Chapter 51
I snorted. I swallowed the fear gushing up through my throat and stepped forward, eyeing up Saoirse with all the courage I could summon. “You’re funny, O’Doherty.”
“I’m giving you this final warning,” Connie hissed then, leaning over, “to shut up. And unless you wanna march down to Mr. Andrews and explain to him just why you’re about to have a broken nose I suggest you fucking apologize fast.”
“I’m not apologizing. I did nothing wrong.”
“Apologize, you piece of shit, or I swear to God—”
Abby, who thus far had lingered at the periphery of the group, stepped forward. She gulped loudly. “She—she doesn’t have to apologize. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. Look, trials are tomorrow after school. Bring your own hockey stick because we don’t have any spares.”