"Oh my god, SHUT UP!" He screamed, furiously wiping away tears. "I can handle it, Shoupe! I'm not some bitch in need of rescuing!" "Then lift up your shirt." The blonde boy blinked. "W-What?" "Lift up your shirt. Prove the anonymous tipper wrong. Easy peasy, right? Hurry up, so I can kick you out of my office." He'd left the makeup at home. They were gonna find out. ******* TW- abuse... if you know anything about JJ Maybank and his father, you'll know what I'm talking about