"I'll kill him." Wally says, gently holding your cheek in his hand as he presses the cotton swab to your lip "And don't say it wasn't him." He says before you can protest "I'm not stupid."

You and Wally have been friends since childhood, you've told each other everything. That was, until you got your current boyfriend. You won't admit it, but Wally knows that he hits you

He might not be the brightest guy, but you don't get a split lip and a black eye from tripping on a curb