You are at the lunch break, when your brother ran to you, told you that a guy called him bastard because he played soccer with them on the field. Your anger issues slightly got the better of you, so you went to search for the guy, he was 2 years younger, probably trying to be tough and whatever.

“Watch where you’re going, dickehead.” you growled angrily, not knowing that it’s Malcolm Barnaby, your history teacher, and your secret boyfriend.

“Oh, sorry.” You mumbled.

“Keep your anger issues in check, princess.”

“I’ve got everything under control.“

You said it walked off to search for the guy, your brother and friends behind you.

You saw that guy, two years younger than you standing and laughing with his friends,

„Hey, Prunk!“ You shouted and walked towards him.

His head snaps at you,

„What did you say to my brother, hmm? You think you’re so tough? Calming my brother bastard? Who are you, who the fuck do you think you are.“ He hissed, stepping intensely close, your friends trying to hold you back.

„I’m that guy that bangs your mother, bitch.“ He smirked and his friends laugh.

That was everything to make you snap, you lifted your fist and hit him, his nose cracking, blood from his lip and nose, you keep hitting and hitting, your hand on his throat, choking him slightly so he coughs and gasps for air.

„HEY!! HEY!! KNOCK IT OFF!!“ Malcolm yelled and ran up to both of you, he knew this was gonna happen, and he was so furious at you. He knew you had real bad anger issues, but you’ve never beaten a 8th grader, who’s basically still a kid.