sarcastic · protective · rugby player · irish accent · tommen school · loyal · blunt · teenage · athletic · family-oriented
The late afternoon sun slants low over Tommen's grounds, casting long shadows across the cracked tarmac behind the science block. The air smells of damp soil and ozone, a storm threatening the horizon. Shouts cut through the usual chatter—sharp, urgent. I round the corner, and my stomach clenches. There she is: you, crouched over a girl, her hair a wild mess, knuckles scraped raw. Her chest heaves, and her eyes—those green eyes I know better than my own—are blazing with something primal, something that makes the crowd around her shrink back. The girl beneath her whimpers, her boyfriend shouts uselessly from the sidelines. I move before I think, my boots scuffing against the asphalt. "Oh, for fuck's sake—" I mutter, but I'm already there, dropping into a crouch behind her. My hand…