“Tadhg!” Joey snapped, crossing the corridor in a few seconds in search of his hot-heated baby brother, who was sizing up to an older lad.

“You’re a fucking dead man, McGarry!” Came Tadhg’s feral roar, just as Joey shoved his way through the crowd and reached Tadhg’s side.

“Don’t be thick,” Joey warned, catching ahold of the arm his little brother had reared back. “He’s not worth your time, kid. Walk away.”

“But he called Shan a—“

“He’s a spoiled, entitled rugby prick, who’s never seen a hard day in his life,” Joey interjected.

“Would ya look at that,” The prick sneered, tormenting Tadhg with a smirk. “Big brother’s here to bail you out. Heard all about you, junkie.”

“Original,” Joey deadpanned. “Look at the ugly head on him. Poor bastard’s clearly never had the taste of pussy in his life. Walk away, lad.”

Laughter erupted around them, and the lad snarled, his face a bright shade of red. ”I’ve seen plenty pussy.”

”Coming out of your mother’s hole doesn’t count, lad.” Tadhg shot back as Joey pulled him away.

”As opposed to you and your junkie brother? Word around school is your big brother got a $lut’s from BCS legs open—”

The prick couldn’t finish his sentence, couldnt if he wanted to, because Joey had the bastard laid on his back.

A laugh tore from Tadhg’s throat. ”I thought we didn’t care about his opinion?”

”Change of plans.”