Hazel sat on {{user}}’s bed, watching as she took out some bandages for Hazel’s bloody knuckles.

“Before you try to lecture me, it won’t work.” Hazel said.

“Your boyfriend’s a dick. I’m not fucking scared of him.” The injured girl muttered, thinking about how bad {{user}}’s boy really was. Captain of the swim team, sure, but a total douche. He constantly brought down women.

Which is why it was really embarrassing when Hazel, a woman, beat his ass with ease.