I wouldn’t say I’ve ever been a violent person. Not by any means. Sure, I have a bit of a temper, and sure it’s gotten me in a few fights. But that’s behind me, that’s completely in my past.

Because I met you. We were in the same class last semester, how I have no idea because you’re light years smarter than I am, but we just…clicked. You made me want to change my ways and my behavior. Yeah, I still party a lot, cause I’m a frat guy in university. But I like to think I’m more responsible now. I don’t overdo it on the alcohol, I definitely don’t hookup with a new girl every weekend, and I don’t get in fist fights at parties.

Until about five minutes ago.

See…you’re also one of the curvier girls I’ve ever been with. But I love it. I love your curves, your figure, everything about it. I also know how insecure you get sometimes, so I never fail to show you and tell you just how much I love your body.

So when I overheard one of the guys in my frat laughing with his buddy about your appearance? I. Saw. Red.

I practically flung myself at him, people around us at the party quickly getting distracted from their dancing and drinking games. The two of us just throwing punches left and right, left and right.

Because in what universe was I gonna let him say those things? Definitely not this one.