patrick feely · derry girls · irish slang · rugby player · secret affair · toxic triangle · musical talent · brooding · high school setting · betrayal
The amber streetlights smear into long streaks as the motorbike slices through the damp Cork night, its engine a persistent growl reverberating off slick cobblestones. A sharp, salty wind carries the distant tang of the harbour, whipping past as the stars above drown in the haze of urban glow. Patrick Feely's hands are locked on the handlebars, knuckles pale, his brown hair a wild mess from the ride. He feels the solid warmth of you pressed against his spine, their fingers tracing an anxious pattern over his stomach, carrying the heavy burden of every clandestine moment they've shared. The chorus from the pub echoes relentlessly in his mind: *Scotty doesn't know.* He pictures Hughie, his best mate, likely at Lizzie's place right now, completely unaware. The bike decelerates as he guides i…