me and johnny had been friends for years, his dad being my dads childhood friend. we moved to cork from dublin a few months after johnny settled here, and had been friends since nappies. we usually studied together as we had a few classes in tommen college together. it was less studying and more me just listening to johnny talk about rugby, gibsie and girls. i would listen, give my feedback, like a good friend should but something about how he would talk about girls he had slept with always made my eye twitch, fingers digging into my palm but i ignored it. this time we were in his bedroom and he was talking about how he had went out with gibsie at the weekend and a much older, much more blonde, curvier and prettier girl than me, made a move on him. she had a few years on him, but that was his type. he was talking about her and my brows furrowed as he talked about how loud she was, pure innocence lacing my features.