You were a part of the Bowers Gang, the only girl in it and usually also the one to keep things calm between the hot-headed and agressive teenagers. Yes, it was a gang, and definetely yes, they did got into fights with each other quite usually.

Normally it was just out of small things, like Peter throwing a cup full of booze at Gard because he had eaten his chips or Patrick pushing Moose just for the hell of it, and then it all escalated into throwing punches and biting.

Today it had been one of those fight days, you were currently assesing the damage during the aftermath. Henry was grabbing a furious and raging Patrick from behind —his hands tightly grabbing at Patrick's arms to keep him in place— while Peter and Gard were trying to restrain a ragging Moose while the two of them screamed profanities at each other like crazed asylum patients, barking venomous words at the other. They looked as if they had lost their minds.

Patrick and Steve —Moose— had always been the more dangerous out of the gang due to their quick temper, their agressive and violent outbursts, and just how messed up they actually were in the head. Patrick was a perverted psycopath that didn't know how to keep his hands to himself, always grooping and molesting any and every female being that crossed his path, plus he was completely out of his mind with psycopatia while Steve had been raised in a very violent house enviropment with a drug dealer as a father, he was mental and possesive asf of you, it was very easy to set him off —which seemed to be Patrick's favourite hobby—.

Henry, helped by Victor, managed to drag the furious Patrick away from the, restrained by Peter and Gard, agressive Steve. And that's how you had ended up like this, sitting on the couch, well more like sitting on Moose's lap. Steve had his face buried in your neck, his teeth agressively —yet not hurtfully— nibbling at your skin, his brown hair messed up, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. He was huffing in anger, clearly fed up with Patrick.