𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏𝟑

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

Johnny Kavanagh

I think it's fair to say that the ratio between Gibsie being at my house to not being at my house was 4:1. The 4 being Gibsie present at my house.

"Hey cap, i'm making breakfast." Gibsie greeted me with a proud grin marked across his face but for a baker's son, Gibs was far from a good cook outside of pastries.

"Try not burn anything down this time." I commented, heading over to the fridge. Gibsie placed down the spatula, an insulted expression forming on his face within seconds.

"You say that as if I haven't made a meal without burning anything." Gibsie scoffed. I laughed. "You have made a meal without burning anything down, it just wasn't edible."

I had only just managed to dodge the playful shove Gibs attempted to give me whilst still laughing.

"I can cook, your kitchen's just cursed or whatever." Gibs announced, returning back to whatever he was stirring up. I smirked. "Cursed? Lad, i'll tell ya, my kitchen is far from cursed." Gibsie rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say lad."

Before either of us could add in another insult to the other, the doorbell rang and Gibsie's whole demeanour changed for moody to giddy. Reasonably, I asked, "Who's at the door."
Gibsie sped walk towards the double door without a word.

"Gibs?" I chased after him, jogging in order to catch up with the fella. Gibsie swung the door open with a sharp smile, one which fell a moment later. "You're not Claire." He frowned as Dean squeezed in through the gap between the door and a disappointed Gibsie. Dean furrowed a brow. "Morning to you too, Gibs." He huffed.

Dean inhaled deeply before scrunching his nose. "Is that smoke?" He asked with a bewildered look. Mirroring Dean's actions, I smelt the gust of smoke hit my nostrils. "Shit!" I exclaimed, the three of us rushing into the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" Dean exclaimed, confused. Gibsie itched the back of his head as I shot him a glare. "Wow. Global warming these days, am I right?" Gibs chuckled nervously as he failed miserably at trying to downplay his actions.

"Your mam is going to kill you Johnny." Dean shook his head, placing down the fire extinguisher to its origin. "Me? No, I'll be good."
I confidently announced. "It's Gibsie she's gonna kill." I added, shrugging carelessly as Gibsie let out a sharp gasp.

"You're really gonna rat me out like that?" He placed a hand to his chest in disbelief. "I thought you guys were my best friends man." He shook his head, melodramatically.

"You know what, if i'm going down, i'm dragging you guys down with me. You'll be guilty by association." The eejit nodded to himself proudly.

Dean and I exchanged a brief glance before bursting into a hurd of laughter. Gibsie frowned. "Whatever, help me scrub off the marks before we have to set off." He chucked a damp cloth to the each of us.

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Fortunately for the three of us, we had managed to not only to cover the kitchen disaster but also make it to Tommen on time.

Exhausted, hungry and moody, there was nothing that I wanted more right now than food, the more so since because of the kitchen quite literally being lit to flames, I couldn't enjoy a fulfilling breakfast. Thank you Gibsie.

My gaze flicked over to the clock constantly, making the ongoing lesson feel like eternity.
I watched as the clock's hand turn as slow as it possibly could, the fury in me rising at a concerning speed. My right knee bounced in a rhythmic pattern.

Eventually, I broke and raised my hand.

"Yes, mr Kavanagh?" The middle aged woman asked with a sincere smile. "May I be excused?" I asked, hoping she'd agree so I wouldn't have to march out the lesson without consent. She nodded swiftly. "Be quick." That was all she said before resuming her lesson.

Thankful, I made my way out of the room as quickly as I could without stirring unnecessary attention onto myself.

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Alyssa Lynch

Majority of the day was somewhat decent, manageable. Until, lunch rolled around, when the trouble had came flooding at the Lynches and their companions.

"You're not gonna believe it!" Tadhg came rushing to Raelynn and I, leaving us both confused yet eager to know more. "Believe what, Tadhg?" I narrowed my eyes, already sensing trouble from him and his amused grin. "Joe beat the hell out of some eejit." Tadhg informed us as if it was something we should encourage.

"Tadhg!" I exclaimed, scolding the boy who simply shrugged in response. Before I could ask for our brother's whereabouts, Raelynn interrupted. "Isn't Joey on final warning?" She questioned with a face full of concern and tone laced with sincerity. My face fell.

She was right; if Joey had gotten involved in one more fight, he'd be kicked out of BCS, which unfortunately for me, didn't scare him a single bit.

"Shit." I mumbled, turning back to Tadhg, my hands in his shoulders. "Where's Joey now?" I asked, desperately. "He's outside. I expect some teachers found him or at least, is about to." He replied, the amusement rid from his voice.

Not wasting a second, I stormed out of the hall and to where the eejit named Joey was located. I was so focused on saving the gobshite's arse that I hadn't noticed that Raelynn and Tadhg had followed my tracks to BCS' exterior.

When I had at last reached Joe, I had to restrain myself from slapping him myself. "What is wrong with you?" I exclaimed in a whisper instead. "You're on final warning smartass, you shouldn't be fighting anyone, Joe." Joey shrugged at my statements.

"He deserved it." Joe simply reasoned, making the urge to slap him stronger. "You think that'll matter when you're getting, I don't know, kicked out of school?" I didn't bother concealing my frustration now.

I looked around at the crowd which spectated Joey's fight before exhaling deeply. Fortunately, the crowd was small enough to work with.

I turned to Joey, eyes full of disappointment. "Go rinse the blood of yourself, I'll sort this out." I commanded, though Joey didn't oblige immediately. "You'll what?" He knitted his brows in disbelief of my words. "I said I'll sort this out; go." I repeated my words, this time more firmly than prior.

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"So you're telling me," the principal began. "that you beat up mr Gallagher, Alyssa?" He asked, uncertainty evident as he spoke. I nodded, leaning my back on the chair for a more comfortable position. "I did." I bluffed, though my lie seemed convincing enough to keep me going.

"Didn't you hear the crowd chanting 'Lynch! Lynch! Lynch!' whilst it happened?" I asked, cocking my head to the side where so slightly. The principal faintly smiled. "I did, though you are not the only reckless Lynch attending BCS." He shrugged, proud of his statement. "Tadhg and Joey weren't there when it happened." I challenged. The principal narrowed his eyes.

"As thankful I am that you admitted this to me, Alyssa, I'm afraid I have to punish this behaviour nevertheless." The principal said in a small sigh, leaning forward in his seated position to continue.

"Alyssa Lynch, you are officially expelled from Ballylaggin's Community School."