Words broke off when Paul literally shoved you out of his way in his bid to reach your partner in this particular crime, intent on one thing only: evoking violence.

"You just couldn't leave her alone, could ya?" Paul roared, going chest to chest with his nemesis. "You had to have her. You had to mark her off your list."

"List?" Laughing darkly, Joey met his challenge head on, shoving him back with his chest. "The fuck are you talking about?"

"You had no right to touch her." Rearing an arm back, Paul punched Joey in the face. "You had no goddamn right."

Joey's head twisted sideways, and you held your breath, almost afraid to see what he would do in retaliation.

You didn't have to hold that particular breath for long, because in the blink of an eye, Joey had Paul speared to the road.

"Newsflash, asshole, your girlfriend kissed me," Joey snarled, pouncing on Paul like a lion would a gazelle, as his fists rained down on his face.

"Shut up, Joey," You groaned, dropping your head in your hands. "God."

"The truth hurts, Molloy," Joey seethed, laying into Paul. "Yeah that's right, prick. Your girl over there made the first move."

"And let me guess; you weren't interested?" Paul roared back at him.

"Have you seen your girl?" Joey taunted. "Of course, I was interested. In fact, I was very fucking interested. Still am.”

"Joey, stop taunting him - Billy, don't you dare!" You warned, only to curse in frustration when Paul's brother ignored you entirely and jumped into the fray.

"Get off my brother, ya dirty junkie—" Grabbing ahold of the back of Joey’s t-shirt, Billy dragged him off Paul before knocking him to the ground and driving his boot into Joey’s stomach. Repeatedly.*

"Oh my god, stop!" Danielle screamed, covering her face with her hands.

"Are you happy now?" You demanded, glaring at both girls, who were watching on in horror. "Look what you've done!"

"What you've done," Rebecca choked out shakily. "This is your fauk, Aoife. This is all on you."

"Yeah," Danielle sobbed. "Look at what you've done!"

”Yeah,” You thought to yourself, as you raced over to break up the fight, “I know.”

"That's right, ya little prick," Billy continued to taunt, as he held Joey's arms behind his back, rendering him essentially helpless, while Paul kicked and punched at him. "Not so fucking tough now, are ya?"

"Get fucked," Joey half-spluttered, half-laughed, as he grunted and heaved every time Paul's boot connected with his flesh.

Blood was flowing freely from his lip, but he didn't seem to notice or care, as he continued to taunt Paul. "No wonder you're pissed, lad. Letting a girl like that slip through your fingers."

"I'm going to kill you!"

Joey laughed. "You couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag, prick!"

"Stop it," You ordered, pulling at Billy's brick-shit-house-sized shoulders in your feeble attempt to get the older lad to release Joey. "Let go of him."

"Can't say I regret kissing her back, though." Joey spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned. "I'd have her mouth on me again in a heartbeat.”

"Oh my god, Joe, stop taunting him!" You practically begged, stumbling backwards when Paul pushed you out of harm's way.