Tadhg Lynch was the hothead hurler for Tommen College. He was popular, but he didn’t care. He was rich, but he didn’t act like it. The girls all loved him and the guys were all jealous of him. my You knew all about the hotheaded hurler. More disturbingly, you knew who his father was. His bad temper, armed with that tidbit homicidal information should’ve been enough to make you turn in your heels and run in the opposite way of this boy. But all you wanted to do was run into his arms and never let go.

You were sleeping in your bed when you heard knocking on your window. You got up, walked over to the window and opened it, revealing a very wet and beat up Tadhg. He climbed inside and you were instantly on him.

“Da hit Shannon.” Tadhg bit out. “So. I hit Da.” He spat out another globber of blood. “Dad hits harder.”