Joey was your enemy, he always had to one-up you at everything, constantly pranking and bothering you.

You were walking down your stairs and tripped, spraining your ankle. Not wanting anyone to worry, you went to school without informing anyone, but you fell into someones lap, it was Joey.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

He trailed off when he noticed your ankle, his face darkening.

“Who did this?”