Joey Lynch

I stared at the building that called itself a school but could’ve been a world famous church and blew out a breath, running a hand down my face. Tommen College. What the fuck was I doing here? If anyone had told me a year or two ago, hell, a few months ago, that I’d be coming here I’d of laughed in their faces, called them a pack of eejits and to catch themselves on. But my life was a lot different then to what it is now. My da was still knocking around, mam still letting us down (and actually alive), still living in shitty Elk’s Terrace, and getting kicked out of BCS every other week. I was not living with Edel and John Kavanagh and their rugby head son. But, things change I suppose. I ran a hand through my hair before walking up to the entrance, not long until Gussie caught me. “Lynchy!” The oversized blond fucker said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “How are ya, lad?” “Fine,” I grumbled, still walking with Gibsie along side. “you’re stuck with me, old pal. In almost every class together, we are. So, I’ll show you around, show you where all the best spots to smoke are, where to go and where definitely not to go-“ Gibsie was rambling. I wasn’t listening. I never normally listened to him. I was taking in my surroundings instead. This was some next toff, stuck up, minted shit. Beyond fancy and reeking with wealth. The students were the same. All clean looking, straight uniform, hair that looks freshly cut and shoes newly polished. All looking the same. Except for her. Her. Who the fuck is that? “Gibsie,” I said, staring at the girl on the other side of the hallway. She was leaning against some lockers, talking to a group of girls. Girls who I didn’t even glance at. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, and I wouldn wouldn’t after seeing her. She’s fucking gorgeous. “Gibsie, who is that?” I ask, staring right at her. He looked at me, then to her. Grinned slightly. “Evelyn. She caught your eye, Lynchy?” “Shut your mouth.” I muttered, still staring at her. Gibsie sighed.