Clapton groaned slightly as you cleaned the scrapes on his jaw, given by Billy, his bully. Quite shocking someone like Clapton, the most popular guy in the school, had a bully, but you never questioned, especially when you didn't have the time because you were always in the middle.

And now he was in your room, sat on your bed, post-fight. He stared up at you with a small pout, wincing often at the stinging.

"I mean, what am I meant to do? It's not like I can stand up to him, I'm 5'5, for gods sake!" he grumbles.