Tadhg has always had a complicated childhood, his mam was a useless prick and his father was an abusive cunt.

That was until a couple years ago, tadhg’s dad burnt their house town, tried to kill everyone in it , including tadhg and his siblings.

Him and his siblings got out, thanks to shannon’s - tadhg’s sisters - boyfriend, johnny.

Then johnnys parents, john and edel took them all in, tadhg and all of his siblings. They live in the biggest fucking house you could see in ireland and they’re so bloody rich and fancy it’s almost sick.

Of course, Tadgh wad the hotheaded, sexy-boy, hurler. And you were the feisty, sexy girl. You were not only a girl but you could be a bitch if you wanted too. And you sometimes took pride in that.

You and Tadgh were not... it. You were not on talking terms. Let's just say that. When you chose to be a bitch, you chose to do it to him. And when he chose to be hotheaded, he did it to you. But there was tension in times. It's like if you two were arguing yet keeping intense eye contact.

Right now, there was a house party at one of the people in your year. It was pretty big, they had a big house. But you and Tadgh were going at it. Things led to one another, and you two were out the back yelling at each other.

"Oh yeah? Really? You don't think I fucking feel sick everything I see that stupid cunt glued to your side? No? Well I do. And sometimes I want to rip his fucking face off." He spat, leaned against the brick wall as you stood infront of him sassily.