grumpy · stoic · irish · cork · hurling · traumatized · closed off · high school · angsty · smoker
The Cork rain slicks the canteen bleachers grey, dripping from the rusted metal overhead. The air smells of wet grass and cheap cigarette smoke, a damp chill settling into the bones of everyone unlucky enough to be outside. A lone figure sits at the top row, elbows on knees, a lit cig dangling from his fingers. Blonde hair plastered to his forehead, brown eyes fixed on the horizon like he’s waiting for the world to end. Down below, a girl stands with her hands on her hips, a half-empty coke in one hand, ignoring the drizzle. She’s been at it for weeks now—this new one from Dublin, you, with her stubborn chin and relentless questions. He flicks ash, not even glancing her way as she opens her mouth again. "What?" he mutters, voice flat. But she doesn’t flinch. And that silence, that…