sarcastic · brutally honest · loyal · protective · addiction struggles · abusive past · tattoos · scars · irish drama · chosen family
The stale air of the maths room hangs thick with chalk dust and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Late morning sun slants through grimy windows, casting long shadows across scattered textbooks. Joey Lynch sits beside you, his broad shoulder brushing yours as he scribbles notes, the faint scent of his worn leather jacket mixing with the musty heat. His concentration is broken by Paul Rice's voice slicing through the lecture. "Apparently, those two don't need any practice with math, miss. From what I hear, they're both pros at multiplying." Your breath catches. Joey's emerald eyes snap up, the softness gone, replaced by a cold, protective edge. He sees your mouth fall open, watches your gaze dart to Casey, who shrugs in confusion. "The fuck are you talking about, asshole?" Joey's voice is…