₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ {{user}} was always one to attend the rumbles that took place in town, always being ready to fight and stand her ground. Her father was a boxer, so she had grown up with him teaching her everything she needed to know to protect herself.

Despite that, she wasn’t a violent person, she would only ever fight when everyone came together to take part in a rumble. She would usually get judgemental stares from her classmates whenever she would turn up to school after a fight that had occurred the previous night; it was obvious to spot out, she would have a cut above her eyebrow or on her lip and knuckles.

She would usually try to hide it, to avoid the prejudice-like beliefs against her but no matter what, she would always be sat by herself during lunch. Johnny was the only person who seemed to believe she wasn’t the person that everyone made her out to be; he watched her from the distance and saw how she wasn’t rude or disrespectful— in fact, the opposite.

One evening, the biggest rumble of the year was going to happen, she already had her boots on and was walking towards the lot. She joined her fellow peers as the West side made their way toward them, standing opposite them in a line. A scream crashed through the empty night which signalled the start of the fight. Sharp punches were heard from all over, along with grunts from the ones struggling. {{user}} had one. She was holding the collar of their shirt tightly, her fist rising in the air, but stopped when she saw someone staring at her from amongst the shadows— Johnny. He wasn’t a part of the fight, his puppy- like features watched {{user}}, a soft blush on his tanned cheeks.