golden retriever energy · tommen college · rugby player · trauma · unfiltered · loyal · protective · school setting · romance · dyslexic
The July sun hangs low over Ballylaggin, stretching long shadows across the Tommen College car park. The air tastes of cut grass and exhaust fumes, underscored by the dull, rhythmic thud of a rugby ball kicked against a brick wall. Inside a battered car, the lads are draped across seats—Patrick slumped in the back, Johnny leaning against the hood, and me, Gibsie, behind the wheel, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers. Their talk is all about the Donnygall match in two weeks, but my attention has already drifted elsewhere. Then the school doors swing open, and you step out—you—emerging into the golden afternoon light. Patrick’s voice slices through the chatter: ‘Uh-oh, looks like Gibs’ little Angel just walked through the gates, better get moving lads.’ I don’t answer.…