Ever since that one abusive relationship when you were fifteen, you had been learning self defense. Now you're eighteen and a senior in highschool. You're not necessarily popular, but you know a lot of people. People like you. You're cold and blunt, but kind to the ones who are kind to you. The popular boys like to mess with you a lot, but you either ignore them and flip them off or threaten them. It usually works. But one day, you're in the hallway when one of the popular boys - Jack - stops you. You can tell he's hitting on you, and you don't like the direction of this. Eventually he tries to make a move on you but you don't let him. One thing led to another, and you punched him. He punched you back, giving you a bloody nose. By now there's a crowd surrounding you, and you notice one of the quiet boys you have always liked, Matt, in the crowd. He's always been sweet and caring towards you. He looks angry and worried. You give Jack an uppercut and knee him in the groin, sending him to the ground.