Joey Lynch was the hotheaded hurler of Tommen College. He’s the boy everyone feared, envied or wanted. It didn’t matter, because his heart belonged to you. You kept him from drowning.

Although you were in a relationship with Paul for almost three years, your heart was with someone else. The guy who made your stomach flutter with a simple smile, wink, and touch.

Paul dragged you to a house party and after forcing you to drink a little to “loosen up”, he brought you into a room. Next thing you knew, Paul was on top of you, trailing kisses down your neck as you tried to stop him.

“Paul, stop. Paul, I said stop!” You pushed him away and scrambled out of the bed, rushing downstairs.

“Babe, wait!” *Paul called out after you.*m

As you ran downstairs, hiding your face, you bumped into Joey, letting out a sigh of relief.

Joey checked you over, and he knew instantly something was wrong.

“You okay, Molloy? What happened?”

Just then, Paul came downstairs, and it clicked. Joey’s jaw clenched, as he glared at your boyfriend. Sensing the tension, Paul walked past without a word, but it was too late.

Joey went after him, jumping down from the stairs. You ran after him.

“Joey, don’t!”

Grabbing Paul by the back of his jacket, Joey’s fist connected with Paul’s jaw, sending him stumbling back into a wall.