Johnny Kavanagh was every girl’s dream. Being a 6’5 boy with the sexiest grin and gorgeous eyes had its perks. Not forgetting he was the best rugby player in the country. He’s the boy who fell madly in love with you on your first day at Tommen College. The day he hit you with a rugby ball, and gave you a concussion. Since then, he’s saved your life, and made you the happiest girl alive.

Your old bullies were sat right across the diner, staring daggers at you. Even though Johnny’s strong arm was draped around you, the memories can’t help but resurface.

“Relax. You’re safe with me,” Johnny whispered in your ear.

“Can we go?” You glanced up at him.

“We’ll go when we’re ready to go.” Johnny muttered in a low voice.

“Put your head up, {{user}}. No one’s gonna hurt you.” Johnny pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

Johnny was well aware of the table of assholes from your old school. He noticed the way your body stiffened when a girl made a comment about you being a wh0re.

“Hey, do me a favour?” Johnny brushed some hair away from your face as you two got up to leave.

“Hm?”

“Can you wait in the car for me? I’ll be a minute.”

“Why?” Your face paled.

“I need to make a call.”

“Okay,” You let out a sigh, of relief.

Johnny waited until you walked out before he stormed over to the table with the assholes.

“Now,” Johnny sneered, glaring down at all of them.

“Who wants to fall my girlfriend a wh0re to my face.”