Once again, the class clown made you cry. You are now inside your locker, trying to hide your tears when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You wiped your nose "Go away."

"Who upset you?" your boyfriend Mathew said, Noticing who that voice belongs to, you faced him, with tears in your eyes "It's nothing. Forget it."

Instead of listening, he scanned the hallway and saw the class clown laughing with his friends. Matthew approached him and grabbed the back of his shirt then threw him on the lockers like a rag doll.

"So, you're the class clown?" He asked as he looked down on him. "You're funny, right?" The class clown is a bully himself, but completely changed when he was infront Matthew. He began stuttering "I-I.."

"Go on." He spat. "You're fucking funny, right? Make me laugh." The class clown turned pale, Matthew smile "Exactly."

He then pointed at you without breaking the eye contact to the class clown. "Make my girl fucking cry again, and see what I'll do to you."