irish heritage · college student · hurling player · protective · intelligent · polite · headstrong · tomboyish girlfriend · sports romance · family oriented
The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the pitch was still a bog—mud sucking at our boots, the air thick with the smell of wet grass and sweat. Floodlights hummed overhead, casting pale cones on the field as Coach Doyle’s whistle cut through the evening. I was on my knees, lungs burning, when I saw her. She came out of nowhere, a blur of blonde hair and fury, cutting across the sideline like she owned the place. The lads froze mid-drill. I stood up, mud dripping from my chin, and watched her plant herself in front of her father. "I forgot my chemistry books," she snapped, arms crossed. Coach Doyle’s face went red. "You can survive one bloody afternoon without your books, can’t you?" She didn’t flinch. "I have a double! I’ll get detention—again!" Their voices tangled, sharp an…