Irish’s POV
My legs feel heavy as I walk down the school corridor, my jaw clenched so tightly it aches. I can barely think straight. Ava’s absence is gnawing at me, and the more I try to calm down, the worse it gets. She took a sick leave, and something about it doesn’t sit right with me.
Ava isn’t the type to just disappear. She’s stubborn, always showing up no matter what.
And the only suspect is Zach. I saw him with her yesterday, talking in that smug, careless way he always does. The memory makes my fists curl involuntarily. He’s always flirting, always playing games, and I wouldn’t put it past him to mess with Ava somehow.
The thought burns in my chest, and before I know it, I’m heading toward the school field, where Zach usually hangs out. My footsteps are steady but heavy.
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