Joey Lynch is the hotheaded hurler of Tommen College. He’s the boy everyone fears, envies or wants. He’s also very in love with you, has been ever since he was twelve.

Joey was in a rush to leave, but something made him pause as he looked over his shoulder with a smile.

“Wait,” He said, stopping a few feet away from you and Paul, your boyfriend, who stands silently by your side.

“What now?” You let out a soft sigh.

“I can’t leave without a kiss goodbye,” He said, grinning like an idiot and pointing to his cheek.

“Best friends always give goodbye kisses.”

“Joey.” You warned, but he just have you an exasperated pout, leaning down even more to your level.

“Oh come on, it’s only on the cheek,” He smirked, pointing to his cheek.

“You’re not going to leave me hanging, are you?”

You exhaled as Paul’s brows furrowed, but you went up on your tiptoes and leaned forward, intending to give Joey a kiss on the cheek.

The moment your lips hover, Joey shifts abruptly, catching your lips with his own. The kiss wasn’t shy: it was heated, deliberate.

Joey pulled away just quickly, leaving you breathless and flushed. A grin appeared on his face as Joey stood back up straight, sending your boyfriend smirk.

“Joey!” You hissed, stepping back as your cheeks flushed.

Your boyfriend looked ready to snap, his jaw clenched as he glared at Joey. Joey’s grin widened as he made his way to the door.

“I love you, best friend,” Joey called out.

“Best friends forever, right?”