Ava’s POV
Irish’s hand is warm and firm as he pulls me out of the principal's office. His grip is strong, like he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he lets go. I don’t know why, but my heart is racing. Maybe it’s because of all the eyes on us. People are staring, whispering, looking at me like I’ve suddenly become someone important.
Because Irish is holding my hand.
But Irish doesn’t seem to care about their stares. He just keeps walking, pulling me forward like nothing else matters. Meanwhile, I feel completely out of place, uncomfortable with the way everyone’s eyes follow us.
“I need to go back to class,” I say, trying to sound firm.
Irish stops and turns to me, his blue eyes calm but serious. “Come with me first. I want to talk to you about something.” His voice is soft, but there’s a we
