Saoirse’s POV

  It had been a month since my fight with Aoife, and life at school had returned to normal—or as normal as it could get when you were Saoirse Fnagan and Cian Byrne.

  Today, we were walking down the corridor on the top floor, a pce barely anyone visited unless they were skipping css or sneaking around.

  Cian had his hands in his pockets, strolling zily beside me. "You sure about this? The st time you dragged me into something, you almost got us suspended."

  I grinned, nudging him with my elbow. "Rex. I just wanted some peace and quiet. Besides—"

  A muffled noise cut through the silence.

  I stopped.

  Cian stopped.

  We looked at each other.

  The sound came again—this time, unmistakably clear. A low moan.

  Cian blinked. "No way—"

  I smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "Somebody’s getting it on in school."

  Cian exhaled. "I don’t think we should—"

  But I was already grabbing his hand and silently leading him toward the source of the sound.

  The closer we got, the clearer it became—breathy gasps, hushed whispers, the occasional rustle of fabric.

  I stifled a giggle, whispering, "This is gonna be fun."

  Cian sighed but didn’t stop me.

  I reached the slightly ajar cssroom door, peeking in.

  And then—

  Everything went bnk.

  Because standing there—half-undressed, pressed against the desk, his hands on her, his lips on her—

  Was Liam.

  With a teacher.

  A new teacher.

  My chest tightened. My vision blurred. The world around me seemed to tilt.

  The next thing I knew, Cian was moving.

  Faster than I could process, he had stormed into the room.

  His fist collided with Liam’s face.

  A sickening crack echoed through the air.

  Liam stumbled back, swearing, but Cian didn’t let up. He grabbed him by the colr, smming him against the desk.

  "How could you, you bastard?!" Cian’s voice was pure rage.

  I just stood there, frozen.

  Liam—my Liam.

  The boy who made me ugh. The boy I trusted. The boy I—

  No.

  Not anymore.

  Not ever again.