SUPPORTING 8

୨୧ ‣ CHAPTER FOUR

THE LAWN IS DEAD
TADGH LYNCH

➛ LIKE ARTHUR? Who was Arthur? Why did he kill himself? All i know is that the silence was so fucking loud as we ate after that. Wren Wells had single-handedly consumed my brain and i have yet to learn anything about her.

Her family left shortly after as me, Edel, John and Ollie sat in silence, ollie chewing loudly as per usual on his food.
"So, that's the girl you knocked out" Edel breaks the silence.
"Yep." i reply, Ollie cutting me short with his loud burp.
"Manners, Ollie." John reminds my brother.

"Sorry da- i mean John." he smiles, and i feel a small grin grow on my face. My old house was never a home, and the idea that we have finally found one lets a small glimmer of warmth radiate from me, and i still don't get it.

"She seems nice." John muses, giving a small nod.
"She is." was all i say back, and Ollie raises his eyebrows.
"No way! Tadgh likes a girl!"
"I do not, you little shit."
"Tadgh!" Edel scolds and i raise my hands in defence.

"He accused me Edel!"
"He's your little brother, be nice please"
"He's gonna be real nice," ollie jokes, "to Wren Wells!"
Ollie errupts into laughter, not caring that he is the only one laughing.

"I can't cope with this joke of a bloke." i mutter, staring in the direction my birdie left from. Her mother came and collected the siblings from the park, and dear God did she look disheveled, i mean my mam looked rough bless her but this women looked as if she had been put through the ringer.

I watched as Wren moved her siblings away immediately when her mam screamed her name, and it reminded me of joe completely. That scared the living shit out of me.

And for the first time, i hope my God-awful intuition is not right.

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FUCKING ENGLISH. English at 8:00am on a Monday should indefinitely be illegal, and yet here i am, sitting in my seat listening to Mrs Mconnally bark on about Macbeth.

You see, i usually don't care about the significance of Lady Macbeth but right now i'm jotting down all of the notes. And it's all for the curlyheaded girl who is sleeping peacefully beside me.

I'd walked into English late as per usual this morning, taking my usual seat, only to find Wren like the bird besides me, looking fucking exhausted, and being the imbecile i am, i told her to get rest and i would take the notes for her. Big fucking mistake Tadgh.

"Okay guys! For this term, i would like you to do a partner project!" Mrs Mconnally shouts, jolting the girl beside me awake. "For this project, i would like you to make 3 character analysis pages, on 3 characters of macbeth. You wil be partnered with the person beside you!"

A smirk grows on my face, "Partners, huh?" i whisper.
"Stuff yourself, Lynchy." she whispers back
"I say we work on this at the library tonight." I ignored her comment.
"Can we do it another tommorrow? I have something to do today." she murmers
"Yeah birdie, no worries."

"Here's your notes, composed by myself, Tadgh Lynch."
"Thank you Lynchy." she smiles and i swear i nearly fainted on the spot.
"Anytime birdie." i smirk, leaning back in my chair.
"I say we do Lady Macbeth, the three witches, and Macbeth." the brown eyed girl looks at me for response.

"Why are the three witches casted as one whole character?" i inquire, and she meets my eyes and lets out a loud laugh.
And suddenly i never wanted to hear anything else ever again.
"I personally catagorise them as one character," shes begins once she catches her breath, "but if you want we could do banquo."

"Nah, the three witches are good." i smile, desperate to see her smile again.
"Why would you do all three witches?" Mason Orwell, my best mate turns around from infront of us. "Me and bestie Dylan over here are doing two witches and macbeth."
"Don't call be bestie again or watch Orwell." The vicious blonde girl quips, locking eyes with Wren.

"Hi, i'm Dylan, you must be Wren." she smiles.
"Yep!" My brunette project partner is quick to reply.
"Come sit with me at lunch, i'm sick of sitting next to this idiot son of a bitch" Dylan motions to Mase, and Wren nods in response.

Dylan and Mason had been friends since Second class, and with their bickering you would've thought they hated eachother but i beg to differ. From Mason, i've figured out that Dylan had been sitting with Mason at lunch since second year, just before i joined and it was because Dylan's friend Fion had recently passed.

I was quick to accept Dylan as a sister, fighting with her the same way i would with Shan. Although, Shannon's comebacks are ass and Dylans are quite... vibrant.

The bell cuts me short from my thoughts, pulling me towards the girl beside me who's  whole body jolted at the ring of the bell.
"You okay?" i ask, my brows furrowed.
"Yea, just a jumpy person." she jokes, i don't laugh

"See you tomorrow, stud." she whispers, rising from her seat and hurrying out of the classroom.

stud? i smirk to myself, she called me fucking stud!