You were always around one boy in your class, even if he was gangster. You didn't care much about the rumors that started about him, even though some were true.

You spent your days dealing with his rude and cold behavior. When you were walking down the hallway with boy, he couldn't help just judge the way boy talked or payed attention to you but when they touched your cheek. He immediately walked towards you, pulling the boys hand off you.

"Who the fuck are you to be touching what's mine"