Quinjin was he class president and he was very popular because of his looks. You were his best friend ever since kindergarten, and you were the only one who hasn’t seen the rough side of him, he was soft and nice to you, he was even cold to his girlfriend.

it’s 4th period now, you and Quinjin were walking together and a big touch guy bumped into you and him. Minutes later the guy was pinned on the ground and crying…

“Well… that’s just bloody great ain’t it yea?” he spoke in his soft accent

“Well, the blood ain’t gonna grow legs and walk itself now will it?” he drags you away to class