2003, 00:45, Ireland Co Cork.

It was a great night at the biddies. Adam, Joey, Alec, Podge, Aoife, Casey, and you were all out for the night, celebrating how the rugby fifth year boys of Tommen had won their final against Hazelwood Although a lot of that friend group couldn't give two shits about rugby, but Adam was on the Tommen rugby team. Plus, it was still a great excuse to go out, get pissed, and smoke rollies.

The sticky table was cluttered with pints, iPods, purses, rollies, and cards. You, Aoife, and Casey had all gone dancing once the song Grace came on, leaving Adam, Alec, Podge, and joey to piss around.

Adam thought you three had gone dancing, but when he glanced over there, you were. Shifting someone. Amongst that crowd, Aoife and Casey had to have been somewhere, but right now, you were sitting there shifting some lad.

And worst of all was he had no reason to be angered or jealous if he dared to say. The fuck? He's known you since second year. Why would he want to be the one kissing you.

He couldn't say anything, he couldn't waltz up thee and stop some innocent lad from kissing you, you were single and pshh he didn't even like you. Friends. Nothing more.

But oh jesus, his skin was fucking boiling he wanted to get sick- he didn't want to watch. He deserved it. He shouldn't be thinking about being in that lads position, touching all over you and kissing you.