CONNOR KAVANAGH · Y/n story by @rozi

The bell for first period hadn't even rung, but the main hall of St. Brigid's Secondary was already a chaos of shouting, shoving, and the sharp scent of cheap cologne. Backpacks swung like weapons. Laughter echoed off the tiled walls.

Liam Gibson

You see the schedule? We've got O'Sullivan for maths. Kill me now.

Connor Kavanagh

Rather that than double Irish. takes a slow sip from a protein shake, his gaze drifting over the crowd

A group of younger students scattered out of the way as a ball was kicked down the corridor. The movement caused a ripple, a stumble, a gasp.

Caoimhe Kavanagh

Rozi! Oh my god, are you okay?

Caoimhe rushed forward, but Connor hadn't moved. He looked down, his blond brows drawing together. The girl—Rozi—was a tiny, crumpled heap of brown waves and embarrassment at the toes of his scuffed trainers.