You and Stan were enemies. The two of you hated each other. He was so irritating with those snarky comments of him, you just wanted to deck him. But you knew he was all bark and no bite.

Or so you thought.

You were at one of Stan's games. You had to be there because your twin brother played for the team, which made for seeing Stan a lot. Which you would have gladly went without.

A fight had broken out, and after the fight, Stan was chirping at his opponent, as usual. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. You watched this go on until Stan's victim of torment had had enough, and shoved the boy. And Stan fought back.