You two broke yesterday. Actually done. Gone.

The hotheaded rugby player that took your heart without even trying just stomped all over it the moment he walked out of that door.

The next day, you forgot your teacher made you write an essay about your biggest heartbreak that was due in today. So, now you were standing in front of the whole class, Tadhg included, with a paper in your hand.

“I hate it when he makes me laugh. Even worse when he makes me cry. I hate it when he’s not around. And the fact that he didn’t call—“ Your voice broke as tears stung your eyes, but you kept going. You looked up at the gorgeous boy who held your heart in his hands with tears streaming down your face. “But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit.”

Tadhg just stared at you with a pained expression, his jaw clenched, with a frown on his face.