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Song of the chapter 
RISK; Gracie Abrams 
"You can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouth
It could be bad, but I wanna find out." 
"Heard the risk is drownin', but I'm gonna take it." 
"I'm gonna bend 'til I break and you'll be my favorite mistake." 
𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧 Gabriella 𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧
Skipping school midday was most definitely not in my agenda. 
But here I was sitting on my bed as Joey Lynch puked his guts out in my ensuite bathroom. 
Why I got myself involved in this? 
I had no idea. 
I just couldn't leave him at school in the state he was in. I knew my Mam was going to wring my neck for missing class, but I could deal with her wrath later. 
I had also roped Patrick into this because I needed a ride from BCS to my house and he owed me one. 
He had come, no questions asked, but the look on his face when he dropped Joey and I at my house was pure concern. 
I had sent him multiple texts letting him know I was alright and that he shouldn't worry. But knowing Patrick he would.
When the bathroom door swung open, I sat up and watched as Joey leaned against the doorframe. His jumper was slung over his shoulder, leaving him dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. 
And jesus christ, I couldn't stop staring. 
I had practically forced the boy into my house and now I was staring at him like he was a piece of meat.
The boy probably thought I was insane.
"So, you actually live here?" He drawled, looking around my bedroom. 
"Yeah," I felt my face get hot. 
It was like no matter what Joey said I turned into a blushing mess.
"This is the biggest house I've ever seen," He muttered, "It's damn near a mansion." 
"My step-father," I spoke, "He's made of money." 
"I can tell," He nodded. 
"Do you want anything? I can grab you something to eat," I offered, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. 
"Have you got crisps?" He grinned. 
"Yeah," I nodded, standing up from my bed, "I'll go grab them. You sit." I gestured to my bed.
He slowly sank onto my satin bedspread and gave me a small smile. 
I practically broke my ankle from how fast I barrelled down the stairs. For some reason I was extremely afraid he'd be gone when I got back upstairs. 
Grabbing a bag of salt and vinegar crisps from the pantry, I raced back upstairs. 
Feeling relieved that Joey was still sitting on my bed, I chucked the crisps onto the spot next to him.