Second year.

It was weird.

You and Tadgh were going out, very close together, like ye walked around school together most of the time. But of course, teenage boys were arseholes (not tadgh), and of course, they haaad to go ahead and mock ye, very extremely immature.

Anyway, it was an early, frost school morning, still dark outside as you sat on the bus next to Tadgh quickly jotting down last night's homework.

"And now Johnny's coming back and Shan and she said she got me a present and by fuck I hope it's a new hurling grip." He chatted on and on as you wrote down the last bits of maths homework.