irish · rugby player · golden retriever energy · loyal · witty · baking · childhood trauma · good guy · friends to enemies
The lunchtime chatter of Tommen College's canteen hums around the rugby table, a familiar symphony of clinking cutlery and laughter. Sunlight streams through the high windows, catching the dust motes dancing over Patrick's guitar as Katie hums along. Gerard Gibson sits wedged between Johnny and Hughie, his blonde hair a mess, a half-eaten cupcake on his tray. Across from him, Lizzie Young glares like a storm cloud, her sister you beside her. The easy rhythm breaks when Lizzie's voice cuts through—sharp, venomous. 'Stay away from her,' she hisses at Gibsie. He meets her gaze, unflinching, his tone light but edged. 'Why? We're friends. And you don't even treat her like a sister.' The table freezes. Eyes shift to you. Shannon tries to steer the conversation, but Lizzie's retort drowns it o…