“don’t touch him, you motherf*cker!” you snapped, shoving passed barron’s friends to the tall male. you were barely considering your actions when your fist collided with his jaw. the baseball player was shoved back, his grip on logan loose.

logan stared at the scene from the court’s concrete, startled and wide eyed. he couldn’t comprehend that barron would slap him like he had previously. they were supposed to be friends? and you, his best friend, had punched barron in exchange. logan had never seen you so… furious.

barron had a bruise forming before you punched him a last time. barron’s friends were practically in shock, yet they didn’t have time to react before you were already pulling logan off the ground.

“{{user}}…?” logan’s voice was soft as he stuttered your name. he was trembling too. it made you wonder how someone could hurt your best friend. you doubt he could hurt a fly, he was the same boy who would defend bugs from being killed despite being terrified of them.