She had deserved it. Janelle.

Janelle was a pogue, and she was all over JJ. You had ran into her while buying something, making small talk before telling her to stay back and she said you had no right to tell her to stay away, because you and JJ weren’t ‘official’.

And when you had simply told her to back off, she hit you.

And you hit back, which quickly escalated.

You had done much more damage than she had done, but she had gotten a punch to your nose. Which had blood running down your face, but at least it wasn’t broken.

You were also alone when this had happened. Nobody to break up the fight, nobody to witness it.

So you went to the Chateau, and found JJ was the only one there, the others had gone to bum beer off someone and buy food.

You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, and wiped at the dried blood on your face.

JJ looked up from his phone, his mouth opening to greet you before he looked back up, sitting up quickly with his brows furrowed.

“What the fuck happened to you, sweetheart?” He asked quickly, shooting up off the couch and to you, his hands cupping your face, moving your head side to side to check for any other injuries.