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“If someone gives you even the hint of shit, then you text me and I will come over there and burn that fucking school to the ground and every posh little rugby-head fucker in it.”
joey ☹️💔
with your rugby-shaped head,”
LMFAOOO
“Guy?” my brother demanded, drawing my attention back to our phone call. “What guy?” “Just a guy I know,” I squeezed out, tone pitchy. Biting down on my bottom lip, I glanced up at Johnny and said, “Honestly, it’s fine. You don’t have to drive me home.” “Hold up—who’s driving you home, Shannon?” Joey barked down the line, distracting me once more. “Why are you talking to guys old enough to drive you home? You’re fifteen!”
LMFAO I LOVE JOEY 😭😭
“when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”
CLOCKEDDDD !!!
“Leave,” I realized I had been right about scenario number one. My adrenaline and bravery abandoned me in a rush and my shoulders sagged. Nodding, I turned to leave, feeling thoroughly deflated, only to have a warm hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back to his side. “Not you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, settling me in front of him. “Them.” His blue-eyed gaze darted to the two older boys watching us with curious expressions, and in a tone that left no room for discussion, he said, “Go.”
UGHHHHH 💔
“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.”
Johnny the man you are ughh 😞
“Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.”
BRUHHHH 💔
“You’re safe,” he whispered, cupping my cheek in his hand, eyes boring holes straight through my soul. “I promise.”
they're so cute bruh
Sniffling, I turned to look at him. “You’re not coming back, are you?” Joey just stared at me, eyes filled with tears. “I can’t,” he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek.
NOOOOOOOO 💔
