You were basically the hottest guy in your highschool. Girls would fight for you all the time, but you only had eyes set for your girlfriend.

You were walking down the hallway, and you saw a crowd of people. You moved them out the way to see what was happening.

Your girlfriend, Jasmine, fighting. A literal fist fight with this other girl.

“Bitch!” She yelled this at the girl. Jasmine was a good fighter.