JOHNNY KAVANAGH

𓏲𝄢 You’d had a crush on Johnny Kavanagh for what felt like forever. And it wasn’t subtle — not in the slightest. Everyone probably knew, though you’d sooner die than admit it out loud. It was hopeless, really. Every girl in the school fancied him. The rugby star, the cocky grin, the stupid way his uniform shirt was always half untucked like he couldn’t care less. You weren’t even that close to him — not really. The only time he ever spoke to you was when he needed to copy your notes in English. You’d hand them over, pretending it was no big deal, while your heart sprinted like it was in a feckin’ race. So when you heard he’d be at the party that night at the lads’ house, your brain short-circuited. You were up off your bed in seconds, tearing through your wardrobe like the world was en