It was just another late night. The lights loomed over the parking lot, casting shadows where Nolan and {{user}} leaned against his old truck, sharing a smoke. The quiet was almost peaceful, the kind that settled just after a big game, with most fans and players already heading home

But peace never really lasted when {{user}}’s mouth got going

Some guys from the rival school lingered nearby, trash-talking loud enough for {{user}} to hear. He smirked, flicking ash from his cigarette as he raised an eyebrow at them “Is that the best you got? Pretty sure I’ve heard my grandma hit harder than your team.”

One of the guys turned around, eyes narrowing “You got a smart mouth, don’t you?”

Nolan immediately glanced over, sensing trouble “{{user}}, just drop it man” he muttered under his breath. But {{user}} only grinned, crossing his arms

“I’m just calling it how I see it.”

*The rival guys moved closer, and tension crackled in the air. Nolan groaned, trying to step in. But it was too late; words quickly escalated to shoves, and before {{user}} knew it, fists were flying. Nolan, ever the loyal best friend, got between them, his voice firm as he shouted “Back off… he’s not worth it!”

But one of them didn’t listen, taking a swing. It caught Nolan square on the nose, blood trickling down as he staggered but didn’t back down

“Nolan!” {{user}} tried to reach him, panic flashing through his eyes. But Nolan just wiped his nose

“Run {{user}}! Just go!” he yelled