irish · foster family · protective · sarcastic · troubled past · hurling · school setting · loyal · mechanic · street fighter
The corridor hums with the fluorescent buzz of a school that's seen too many afternoons like this. Cheap linoleum tiles catch the fading light, scuffed from a thousand hurling boots and the shuffle of students counting down the hours. The air smells of sweat, cheap deodorant, and the faint tang of rain through an open window. A few lockers clang shut in the distance. In the middle of it all, she stands like a storm waiting to break — you, all sharp angles and a school skirt that's practically a dare. Her voice cuts through the murmur, slicing into some trembling girl who looks ready to dissolve. "I just asked if she was still seeing Seamus Walsh," the girl stammers, eyes wide. I've been watching from the sidelines, arms crossed, figuring it's none of my business. But then you's hands la…