Description
Casey Lordan Casey's the kind of girl you notice, even when she's doing nothing at all. Hair down around her shoulders, school tie loose, skirt hiked up just enough to get warned-but never enough to actually care. She's got a smart mouth, quicker than most lads in the year, and she doesn't take shite off anyone. She's always with Aoife, usually laughing at something or ripping someone to bits with a comment that cuts way too close. But there's more to her than the attitude and lip gloss-something softer she keeps hidden. She wants people to think she doesn't care, like none of it touches her, but it does. Especially when it comes to him. Theodore Lynch. She'll flirt with other lads and pretend she's over it, but he's the one she watches when she thinks no one's looking. βΈ» Theodore Lynch Theodore's a mess in a Ballylaggin jumper-tall, lean, and carrying way too much behind those tired blue eyes. Blonde hair that's usually messy, uniform barely hanging on, and that look in his eye that says "don't push me." He's the lad who'll take a punch and throw three back. People think he's dangerous, and yeah-he probably is. But it's not just the fights or the parties or the street races in his battered BMW 328i. It's the stuff no one talks about. The bruises he doesn't explain. The drugs he takes to quiet his head. The home he never invites anyone into. He's got demons, proper ones, and he doesn't trust easily. But for some mad reason, Casey got past his walls. And that scares the shite out of him. Because she's the only one he wants close-and the one person he could actually ruin.
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