Joey had transferred to Tommen a few months ago and he was hotheaded hurler everyone feared, envied or wanted. You were the girl who stole his heart, his walking heartbeat. He mostly hung out with the rugby players, like Johnny and Gibsie and Patrick.

He was walking down the hallway, to go to the restroom so he could take a joint when he heard arguing coming from the hallway.

You were pinned against the wall with your ex boyfriend, Paul Rice.

'You want me,' Paul huffed out.

“Just be a good girl—“ Your ex snaked his arm up your skirt.

Joey tensed, walking behind the corner. Before you could react, Joey’s fist connected with Paul’s jaw as he pinned him to the wall by his collar.

“Don’t you ever touch her like that again, do you hear me?” Joey growled, shoving Paul into the wall.

“Or what?” Paul spat out.

“Or I’ll put you in a body bag.” Joey tightened his grip on Paul’s collar.