Me & You (girlxgirl)

Chapter Two - She's Not Afraid.

My 'Exchange Buddy' who I was meant to be 'showing around' apparently didn't need me, as the next time I saw her was five hours later.

She was surrounded by the entire football team, and she looked more than comfortable. But the issue was, she didn't know these guys. They weren't as innocent as they seemed and they were certainly nothing like Irish guys.

Irish guys were idiots yes, complete and utter idiots but they were good at heart and they weren't constantly looking at your cleavage and they had the ability to think about things other than sex and cigarettes. These guys however were perverts in the making, scratch that, they were already perverts.

I felt Farrell tense beside me as he looked at her flirting.  He knew better than most what bastards these guys really were. Want to know how? They raped him. Yes. You heard me. It seems like a strange thing for a bunch of sixteen year old guys to rape another one of their kind, and it just proves even more how sick they are.

"Is it just me, or are all Irish girls trouble makers?"

I smiled in spite of myself. Yeah, its true when you grow up with cows as neighbours and spuds for dinner , any entertainment is good entertainment. So I can understand why she likes the attention and I am tempted to leave her make her own mistakes but my sisterly instincts are too strong.

"Farrell , we need to get her out of there and explain how this school really works"

Farrell face is concerned, nervous and grimacing all at the same time. His face is like a book really and I'm the book worm who is leafing through his pages.

"Cas, you're just going to bring trouble upon yourself. I say we wait here and then , then we tell her how this school works and why she definitely needs to stay away from those guys."

Man, he could be the next Barack O Bama. I nearly expected him to say 'Yes We Can" at the end. We took a seat in the large canteen. It was similar to the type of a canteen you might find in a hospital. Stark and filled with terrified people. There were masses of wooden tables with plastic chairs. The tiles were crystal white though they were usually covered in muddy foot steps. The one good thing about the canteen is that there are no walls as such. It is a conservatory and the walls are just huge glass windows. You can day dream through lunch and maybe get so lost in your own world that you forget how awful the real world is.

"Casey!"

Farrell poked me in my forehead. I scrunched up my nose and raised an eyebrow. He looks like a puppy that has found out there are doggy treats coming his way. He pointed desperately at Mariah and I narrowed my eyes, sizing her up. She looked okay, not permanently damaged... until I got my hands on her anyway. I rose from my seat Farrell in tow and we descended upon her. She looked up and grinned with that same cheeky glint in her eye.

"Hey buddy.. and buddy's friend"

I smile sourly and take a seat. She looks at me accusingly and frowns.

"Hey, that's taken"

I rest my elbows on the slightly wobbly table and shake my head.

"Yes, by me and Farrell, and what were you doing with those guys?"

She bites her lip and her eyes fill with lust. Danger alert, my mind screams but I give her the benefit of the doubt. She twiddles with a strand of her hair that falls out of her loose ponytail.

"They were totally hitting on me! They said my accent was adorable and...."

My lips turn up in disgust but I gesture for her to keep going.

"They asked me to go to one of their Parties, except they called it a Sparty? I don't know maybe he had a lisp or something"

She has just been given what is in our school 'The Death Penalty'. Uh, why did they need to pick on the girl who is in my care and lives in my house! I look at Farrell and his facial expression is one of pure rage. He went to a Sparty once, are you getting it now? Sparty? Rape? He cracks his knuckles and I inhale deeply, when he cracks his knuckles he means business.