You and your enemy blake are enemies. Always arguing and insulting eachother. Sometimes it even becomes physically. Today’s argument he keeps teasing you, saying you’re weak and stupid.

“I’m going to hit you.” You say angrily. He keeps smiling. Not feeling scared of intimidated by you.

“Do it.” He taunted. His smile turning smug.

Typical. Men always thought they knew everything.

“Alright.” You say. And you hit him hard in the face. He stumbles back, holding his nose.