Healing 6

s c h o o l

I'd barely dragged my ass out of bed this morning, and it was very fucking safe to say that I'd fallen from the high.

Last night, I'd as felt as light as ever.
For a matter of hours atleast, before I was crushed by a headache and nausea.

I left the slip of paper on a cabinet in my bedroom, knowing I'd need it again.
But for now, I had to get myself to school.

The principal had already been up my ass about my attendance when I missed one day.
He claimed he hadn't "wanted a repeat of last year".

I loosely slung my tie around my collar, not caring for the way it looked.
I swiped up my bag from the corner of my room before taking off down the stairs.

I raked a hand through my scruffy hair, hoping to clean it up atleast a little.

Not that it really mattered since the girls at school made it a hobby to try and get in my pants no matter how I looked.
And no matter how I reacted, either.

Nanny had already picked up all the kids to take them to school, so I just had to take care of myself for this morning.

But that self care didn't include breakfast as I skipped past the kitchen, snatching up my hurley and heading straight for the front door.

Mam wasn't up, either.
But she never was.

Forcing all the worry to the back of my mind, I tried to focus on my match today as I swung open the front door and started to walk to school.

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The screech of the whistle had the sliotar flying into action, alongside the players on the left side of the pitch.

I tried once again to get my mind to focus.
I was supposed to be the best on the team, scoring to snatch a chance at a bigger team.

Despite Da shoving me into hurley from a young age and forcing me to keep up with it, I somewhat enjoyed the sport.
I was fucking good at it, too.

Part of me could argue that I only tried to keep the stress off of Tadhg or Ollie, but it wasn't exactly too.

Hurley could be used as a distraction.

But as I completely psyched out and missed the sliotar as it flew past me, it became clear that a certain dark haired girl was my biggest distraction.

I had spotted Mia before we'd even made it onto the pitch.

She was sat on the top of the bleachers, long legs dangling off of the edge as she smirked at me.
She'd completely ruffled  me.
Only to top it off by mouthing the words "good luck" and setting my heart racing.

"Come on, Lynchy!" I heard coach bellow from the sidelines, and I tightened my grip on the hurley .

Fucking focus, Joe.

This time, when the sliotar whizzed past me, I snatched it and whacked it straight over the bar.

Cheers exploded across the bleachers as Alec set a hand on my shoulder, "You're slacking, Lynch."
"Shove off," I pushed his chest, needing to settle the fuck down before I lost completely.

As I swivelled back into position, I'd thought I'd finally be able to concentrate.

That was until I'd glanced up to the left and found sapphire blue eyes searching mine.

"Holy fuck." I heard myself whisper while tearing my eyes away from her.

I swear that girl could end my life with as much as a glance my way.

She was fucking deadly, but she was mine.

The screech of a whistle had me averting my focus back onto the game in front of me.

You're slacking lad.

Feeling my hands tighten around the stick, I jolted into action and immediately snatched the sliotar out of the air with ease.

Angling the hurley, I managed to slam it into the goal.

For the second time, cheers erupted around the fields.
And for the millionth fucking time, all I could see was her through the crowds of people.

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I shoved my way out of the changing rooms, hair still dripping with icey cold water from the showers.

"Nice game." A feminine voice came from behind me.

Spinning around, I found Mia smiling at me.

Silently pleading for my racing heart to settle the fuck down, I let a smirk slip onto my lips.

"Nice legs." I remarked, and watched as she shook her head with a soft laugh.

"Fancy walking them home?" She proposed, "I'm not sure they know the way without you."

Well, fuck.

"You scared of the dark, princess?" I taunted, not giving her the flat out answer she had wanted.

"Maybe a little." She tilted her head to the side.

I fought the urge not to drop onto my knees and tell her I'd walk her wherever she wanted as long as she kept on looking at me that way.

"I'm not a hero, princess." I scoffed, taking another step away from her.
Deep down, I knew I'd be walking the fuck back when she said so.

"No," She agreed, closing the distance between us and sliding her arm into mine, "But a princess does need her knight in shining armour."

I couldn't exactly argue with that.

I let out a heavy breath, somehow still taken aback by this powerhouse of a girl.

I'd already had her for a year, and yet she still had that control over me.

It was so fucking dangerous.
But even more addicting.

"I mean, as long as you're not scared of the dark, too?" She went on.

I snorted, "If something happens I can always offer you as my sacrifice."

"You would never." She argued smugly.

"You're so sure?" I countered.

"Both you and I know that you couldn't  let  me go if you tried, Joey Lynch."

And I hated the fact that she was so fucking right.