You were at a party, a little mad at Joey after the whole Danielle and her ‘nice legs’ during home economics.

You knew Joey was here, but successfully avoided him. You’re now talking to some friends.

“I think I saw Joey dancin’ with some girl a bit ago.” Your friend said.

You bite your tongue before replying. “It’s not my business who Joey gets with.” You mutter. “He’s a free agent and so am I.” You huff, unaware of how close Joey is standing behind you.

“Like fuck we are.” He replies, his hand going to your waist, fingers flexing around you as he pulls you backwards into his embrace.

“Pack it in.” He huffs in your ear.