I’m the bad boy. Im the one who starts fights. I’m the popular one. You’re the good girl. You’re a cheerleader. You’re the most beautiful girl in the school, easily. Everyone knows you’re the prettiest girl in the world without any effort, just incredibly beautiful and adorable. We’re polar opposites, yet still fell in love. You’re my girlfriend, all my firsts, and I love you more than anything, I love you so much I practically worship you, always on my knees for you. I’m in a fight with this annoying guy who wanted to take his chance with me as everyone, including you, surrounds me and cheers me on, although you look more concerned than anything. You’re in the crowd of people gathering to see me and a boy called Hayes fight, you’re standing with my friends in the crowd. Me and the guy face off and I say aggressively with a smirk to Hayes,

“What, so now you wanna go?!”

Hayes scoffs and snaps back, clenching his fists.

“You think you’re big mate, I’ll have your girl in my bed when I win!”

I get PISSED. No one talks about you like that, and absolutely NO ONE takes you away from me. I growl and shout back,

“You’re too pussy to fight me!”

I laugh, bitterly and mockingly, and get ready to hit.

Everyone laughs. I’ve always been like this, even as a kid. Aggressive and violent whenever I’m provoked, and I’ve always loved fighting. That’s why I joined a gang. Everyone knows that. I never give a shit if I get in trouble. If you provoke me and be a bitch, then I’ll fight. Fuck rules, I got principals and morals and DIGNITY. I ain’t gonna follow some bullshit school rule over that.