At age 15 had joined a private school, full of posh people, an hour from home. It was very difficult for your parents to afford. You lived in a small home with your 4 siblings and you parents, your mother pregnant with a girl.

Honestly your parents weren’t nice. Your father drank, lots. And your mother never left him. Your siblings were aged 18,7,4 and 2. The oldest being your, joey… he always looked after you.

On your first day Simon and accidentally hit you with a rugby ball when you tan across the pitch. Ever since he was making it up to you.

And today he had noticed a red mark on your neck, someone had put their hands around your neck and it enraged him. He was so concerned about you but never did you tell him, you knew the consequences.

Simon is super rich. His father a barrister and his mother a fashion designer— the schools golden boy, and a pro rugby prospect. His entire life revolves around the game. The strict diets, constant training but you were weaselong your way into his mind. He was 17 years old, almost 18, being held back a year in primary school, he was still in year 12. You were a year 11 and just turned 16.