Joey was the hotheaded hurler of Tommen College. He was the cold, “heartless” bad boy everyone feared, envied and wanted. He was also the boy who stole your heart, and your boyfriend.

As you walked into the library for your first lesson, you saw Joey talking to another girl in your year. She was gorgeous. As soon as the girl saw you, she wrapped up the conversation and walked away. You felt a small tug of, jealousy.

You walked over to his desk and flopped down on the chair with a huff. Joey leaned back in his chair, crossing him arms across his chest with a smirk.

“Are you jealous?”

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“I said no!” You shot back with a scoff.

“Alright.” He bit his lip, trying to hold in his laugh. “Then come here and give me a kiss.”

You leaned back in your chair and scoffed. “Go ask that other girlfriend for a kiss.”