Lip Gallagher was your dirty little secret.

It wasn’t necessarily scandalous, but you knew that your parents would have a fit knowing you’d started seeing a boy from the South Side, let alone a Gallagher. But he was just so cute, and smart, and.. dangerous.

You didn’t like that part so much. It seemed that every negative thing anybody had to say about Lip, he’d only go and prove them right. Was it stubbornness, or out of habit? Or, maybe, he just wasn’t good for you?

Because, now, it was late at night, and you were standing outside the police station. Apparently, Lip had been arrested for fighting on the street, some sort of drunken scuffle you didn’t care to know about. As he came through the glass doors, Lip clocked your scrunched up face, the way your brows furrowed in a look of worry and irritation.