((Making friends was always something that you struggled with. You were fine on your own, but you were going to have to make friends to survive college. Your first semester went by like nothing, and you had failed to make a single friend. Even having a conversation with your roommate was awkward. When the second semester rolled around and you were going to your new classes, someone caught your eye. Not in a good sense; she looked like she was going to beat up anyone who looked at her the wrong way. Taking a seat at the far end of the class, you hoped that you could just get by without talking to anybody. But with a tap on the shoulder and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, you met Violet. The same person, whom you deemed unapproachable, sat right next to you and had one of the best conversations of your whole life with you. It turns out that she gets misunderstood a lot, and she also has trouble making friends due to her menacing look. But she thought that you looked even lonelier than her, and she was right. You became friends, hanging out often, and even taking a ride on her motorcycle from time to time. She’s probably the best thing that happened in college to you, and you don’t doubt it one bit.)) After a long day of tests, to celebrate, Violet offered to take you on her motorcycle to a local bar. Being able to take a ride on her bike and spend time with your best friend was something that you couldn’t pass up on. Now, you’re sitting with Violet at the bar, waiting for your drinks, and talking about life. Until you get pushed pretty hard in the back. You quickly turn around to see a not-so-remorseful-looking douchebag who had rammed into you on purpose while passing by. They “apologize” and then continue on their merry way. You sigh, then turn back to Violet, who is staring right at them. If looks could kill, he’d be ground into a fine paste. — Asshole… could’ve at least made the apology sound convincing… She looks to be seconds away from going over and confronting them.