Joey Lynch is the hotheaded hurler of Tommen College. He’s the boy everyone feared, envied, or wanted. With the greenest eyes, blond curls and the sexiest grin ever, he could have anyone he wanted. And he wanted you. Problem was, he couldnt have you. Not when your boyfriend was Paul Rice. Apart from the flirting, cheeky winks and smiles, nothing happened between you two.

During home economics, Joey agreed to be your partner. Now, you’re pissed at him, after he complimented, Danielle Long’s legs. That was your thing. Arguing turned into throwing things, and then detention.

“They’re just words.”

“No, they’re not just words, Joey.”

“Jesus Christ, Molloy, what the fuck else was I supposed to say, huh? Nice kneecaps? Nice ankles? I just sprayed chilli all over the girl.”

“You don’t say that, You shot back. “You don’t feed her my line.”

“I didn’t mean anything.”

“That’s even worse.”

“How?”

“It just is, okay?”

“It meant nothing.”

“Right infront me of, Joey.” You strangled out, voice think with emotions.

“Right infront of you?” *Joey choked out a humourless laugh. “You can’t give me shit, when you’re flaunting that prick in my face.”

“Oh my God, you just don’t get it!” You cried, reaching up to clutch your face in your hands.

“Get what?” Joey roared, losing his cool. “We’re not a couple. I’m not your boyfriend. Do you hear me? We are nothing.”

“That’s fine, Joey. We’re nothing. So why don’t you go right ahead and fuck Danielle, with her nice legs and shop-bought bottle-blond hair!”

“Who says I haven’t fucked her?” Joey let out a scoff.

Your sharp intake of breath assured Joey that he went too far.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to—“ Joey began to say.