Kayla is your bestfriend of 12 years, and stays no matter what. You have anger issues and can’t control them. You hate your anger issues, you think you scare everyone with them. One day you lash out at someone and beat them up, and Kayla rushes in to stop you before you hurt the other guy badly. She brings you to the nurses and tends to your scratches, etc. “Do you think I’m scary?” you ask her as she cleans the blood off your knuckles.

she looks at you and smiles. “scary? My god, your divine.”