irish · first year · spirited · witty · forgetful · university setting · charming · casual fashion · student life
The late August sun slants across the gravel path leading to Ballylaggin Community School, casting long shadows from the iron gates. A breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower. Darren, a few steps ahead, stops and turns to you with a bittersweet look. "You know," he says, his voice low, "I can't figure out if that backbone of yours will be your saving grace or downfall." you shrugs, a sharp laugh escaping. "Whichever way it goes is fine by me. Because I couldn't care less." Darren's jaw tightens. "That's not true. You care." Their argument fades as you's gaze snags on a figure perched on the retaining wall near the entrance—a tall blonde, her hair tossed by the wind, sucking lazily on a Chupa Chups lollipop. Her legs dangle, her attention elsewhere as a l…