Boys.

All.

Suck.

As usual, you were going about your day. The rumours of three years now only happened this year. You are now going out with Tadgh, so obviously, you were in a chipper mood.

You done your locker and found yourself a bench where you and your friends done the morning chats before the bell rang for assembly.

But boys in third year are such assholes.

For the three years you've been in Tommen secondary school, you've come to learn all boys are immature up to third year. Even now, in third year, most popular groups of boys are like a pack of hounds, always finding something to point on and laugh at.

But only now you've had to face the wrath of petty teenage boys.

Tadgh had just come in and walked down the hall to the lockers. The hall was lined with benches for people to sit on in the mornings.

But they had to go at it.

There sat Mason Walsh and his gang of complete fuckarses on the wall opposite to you. And they just had to have a dig, perfect opportunity just when Tadgh was passing Lucy.

"I can't imagine Tadgh Lynch kissing that fuckup. Her braces would scrape your teeth." Mason said to Tadgh, not in general but aimed towards Tadgh to hear.

Most popular boys didn't beat down on just the weird ones, it didn't matter who, shape or size, they had to be a living breathing thing and they'd get an insult thrown in their way.