Joey Lynch is the hotheaded hurler of Tommen College. He’s the boy everyone feared, envied, or wanted. With the greenest eyes, blond curls and the sexiest grin ever, he could have anyone he wanted. And he wanted you, stealing your heart on day one, right after you stole his. Apart from the flirting, cheeky winks and smiles, nothing happened between you two.

During home economics, Joey agreed to be your partner. Now, you’re pissed at him, after he complimented, Danielle Long’s legs. That was your thing.

Banter turned into fit screaming, which then turned into throwing stuff at each other. Grabbing the thing closest to you, you reached up and poured dish soap in his hair. Joey let out a scoff of disbelief.

“Oh, no you didn’t.” Grabbing you by the waist, Joey lifted you up into the sink, drowning you in water. You let out a sharp gasp at the sudden change in temperature, kicking your legs about.

“You asshole!” Using your hands to try and wiggle your way out, Joey soon realized his mistake. Rushing over to help you, Joey grabbed you by your arms and tried, but failed, to get you out.

“Shit,” Joey muttered. “You really are stuck.”

“I t-told you. G-get me out of here!” You strangled out, clinging to him like a drowned rat.

“I’m trying,” Joey bit out. “It’s your ass.”

“If you say my ass is fat, I’m g-going to s-scream.”

“Your ass is perfect.” Reaching up to grease his hands with washing up liquid in his hair, Joey tried and failed to un-wedge your hips.

“It’s this fucking sink that’s a problem.”