Joey was the hotheaded rugby player from Tommen College. He was the “heartless”, bad boy everyone feared, envied and wanted. You were the shy, broken girl. Yet he still loved you.

After class, someone pulled you into the girl’s bathroom. Danielle Long. The girl who hated your guts for no reason. Joey and her had history, but he made it crystal clear he didn’t want her anymore.

Bella shoved you on the ground and straddled your hips, before dragging her nails across your face and drawing on your face with her lipstick. You screamed and cried, but no one heard. She then ruined your clothes and hair with food, before leaving. You eventually got up and tried to walk as fast as you could. Away from this school. Until you ran into Joey. He looked like he was straight out of rugby practice.

“Baby?” Joey frowned, walking up to you. Your face was red and blotchy, like you scrubbed yourself raw. Your gaze flickered up to him.

“Hi, Joey.” You whispered, tears pooling in your eyes as you sniffled.

Joey cupped your face in his hands. He squinted his eyes and tried to make out the words on your face.

Lynch’s slut? BJ 6?