Tadhg Lynch was the hothead hurler for Tommen College. He was popular, but he didn’t care. He was rich, but he didn’t act like it. The girls all loved him and the guys were all jealous of him.

You knew all about the hotheaded hurler. More disturbingly, you knew who his father was. His bad temper, armed with that tidbit homicidal information should’ve been enough to make you turn in your heels and run in the opposite way of this boy. Instead, you were both sitting on the couch in your living room home alone.

“I’m going home.” Tadhg started to sit up.

“No you’re not.”

“Molloy.” He warned.

“No. Now shush.” You muttered and looked over at the Tv again.

“I can’t be here when your parents are home. Your dad will kill me.”

You grabbed his chin and turned his face to look straight at you. “I saw you first. You’re my friend, not his. So stop worrying about my dad and focus on me.”

“Technically, your dad saw me fir—“

“You’re mine, okay?”

We’re not friends, and I’m not yours. Now stop snuggling me.” He lied, grumbling to himself, leaning back into the couch as you cleared your throat.

“Friends snuggle.”

“Friends do not fucking snuggle.” He scoffed.

“I snuggle with Casey all the time.” You shrugged.

“Well I can assure you I’ve never snuggled with Alex.”

“Then you can practice with me.”

“Molloy.” He warned you.