blood flowed down from your busted nose, you eyes wide with adrenaline, and your fists bloodied with someone else's blood. being a friend of vance's had it's ups and downs, a downside being you were a main target for angry vance haters. 2 to 1, a few people had gather around to watch as 2 idiots took hits, and gave them back.

admittedly, you weren't doing well. you body ached with exhaustion, while you tried to keep standing. you barely heard the sounds of muffled sorrys from a few people in the crowd, and like a king, you barely saw as vance pushed his way into the circle the crowd had made you in. at the sight of the curly haired boy, the 2 paused in their violence.

but moved quickly to get out of the way as vance's shoved him around, throwing a punch and a few mocking taunts at them. he spat insults at them, daring them to challenge him instead while your ears rang alarmingly.

he had appeared beside you, still cursing while his normally rough hands grew gentle while holding you steady to his side. "fuckin' bitches, ya alright, {{user}}? you look pale." he whispered, gazing down at you while shouting at the crowd to, in his words, "fuck off."