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He was the adult here.
“Her mother is on the way,” Mr. Twomey announced with an exasperated sigh, sliding his phone into his pocket. “How could this happen, Johnny?”
“I already told you. It was an accident,” I hissed while I continued to hold the girl up, keeping her small frame tucked into my side. “You need to get Majella to check her over,” I repeated for the fiftieth fucking time. “I think she has a concussion.”
“Majella is out on maternity leave until Friday,” Mr. Twomey barked. “What am I supposed to do with her? I have no first aid training.”
“Then you better call a doctor,” I shot back heatedly, still holding on to the girl, “because I broke her fucking head.”
“Watch your language, Kavanagh,” Mr. Twomey snapped.
I rolled off the standard “Yes, sir,” not really giving a shite and not feeling particularly sorry either for that matter.
My role in the rugby academy meant that I was given a lot of leeway in this school, a lot of preferential treatment that other students didn’t get, but I wasn’t going to push it on my first day back.
Not when I’d used up my quota by maiming the new girl.
“Are you okay, Miss Lynch?” Mr. Twomey asked, prodding her like she was an uncooked turkey he didn’t want to catch salmonella from.
“It hurts,” she moaned, sagging into my side.
“I know,” I soothed, pulling her closer. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Jesus, Johnny, this is all I need,” Mr. Twomey hissed, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “It’s her first day. Her parents coming here tearing up the school is the last thing I need.”
“It was an accident,” I bit out, angry now. She groaned and I made a conscious effort to lower my voice when I said, “I hardly meant to hurt the girl.”
“Yes, well, tell that to her mother when she arrives,” Mr. Twomey huffed. “She was already pulled out of Ballylaggin Community School for being verbally and physically attacked. And what happens on her first day at Tommen? This!”
“I didn’t attack her,” I spat out. “I made a bad kick.”
Shifting her under my arm, I glared at the so-called authority figure.
“Hold up,” I snapped, registering his earlier words. “What do you mean she was attacked?”
I looked down at the tiny little female under my arm.
Who could attack her?
She was so small.
And frail.
“What happened to her?” I heard myself ask, attention back to the principal.
“I think I’m going to fall,” she croaked out, distracting me from my thoughts. Reaching up, she clutched my forearm with her small hand and sighed. “Everything’s spinning.”
“I won’t let you fall,” I automatically replied in a soothing tone. “It’s okay.” I felt her slip and pulled her upright, holding onto the tiny thing for all I was worth. “I’ve got you,” I coaxed, tightening my arm around her. “You’re good.”
“Look, sit down with her,” Mr. Twomey ordered, gesturing to the bench that lined the wall outside of his office. “I’ll go and find a compress or something.”
“You’re leaving me with her?” I demanded, mouth hanging open. “Alone?”
The principal didn’t answer me.
Of course he didn’t, the fucking coward, because he was already miles down the corridor, desperate to get away from the type of responsibility he was paid to stand over.
“Spineless eejit,” I growled under my breath.
