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.

“Leave.”

Joey didn’t move.

“I’m serious, Joey. Go.”

You waited for him to leave, to accept it and walk away, but he just stood there.

“Are you bored?” You scoffed. “Is that it? Rugby isn’t enough, so I’m your entertainment?”

Joey’s eyes hardened but he still didn’t move. His eyes stared you down, as if he was reading you.

“Who hurt you?” He asked suddenly.

“Excuse me?”

“Who hurt you?” He repeated. “Who did this to you?”

“Nobody hurt me. God, Joey, I warned you. I warned you about me, but you still went ahead and made me your fucking friend anyway.”

“Made you? I don’t remember holding a gun to your head for the past 3 years. If anyone’s at fault here, it’s you.”

“Me?” You scoffed.

“Yes, you. If you didn’t want me to love you then you shouldn’t have made it so fucking easy.”