irish · rugby player · gentleman · protective · witty · athletic · family drama · high school · charismatic · determined
The fluorescent lights in Tommen's girls' bathroom emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the mint-green tiles in a stark, sterile glow. Beyond the door, the corridor thrummed with the chaotic energy of break time, but in here, the air hung heavy with the smell of industrial soap and something sharper—a raw, unspoken hurt. Rory Kavanagh stood with his shoulders set, one large hand pressed against the stall door, the other buried deep in the pocket of his rugby jacket. His jaw was clenched, his blue eyes unwavering as they held yours, tracing the tear-tracks you were fighting so hard to keep from falling. He'd watched you fracture just minutes before, seen the cruel girls scatter like insects after leaving their venom behind. Now, you were trying to build a wall between you. "You don't g…