Between you and John, there was always a weird dynamic.

He was always doing one of two things: either bullying the shit out of you or making sure nothing bad could ever happen to you.

He made fun of you. A lot. Constantly. Always mean, always rude. Going straight for the weak spots he knew would hurt the most.

But anytime things got even slightly dangerous, no matter how or why, he'd be standing in front of you.

If Bellamy got mad and started shouting at the group, he'd shift slightly in front of you.

If somebody started freaking out, he'd be in front of you.

If a fight looked like it might break out, somehow John always ended up between you and whatever was happening.

It was like he hated your guts but also wanted to make sure they stayed inside you.

It was... weird, to say the least.

You never quite got the hang of it.

I mean, why would someone act like they hated you, then immediately step in front of you whenever things started going wrong?

It was confusing.

Really confusing.

Just this morning, he'd made a not-so-nice joke about you in front of everyone.

You'd wanted to throw something at his head.

But now, after a very tense moment where some random guy had gone completely fucking haywire, he'd stepped in front of you again without even thinking about it.

And he was still there, standing just slightly ahead of you, like he'd naturally drifted into that position.

"...Wild people. Wild-ass people."

He muttered, shaking his head before finally moving from in front of you to your side.

The tension in the air slowly started to fade, though your heart was still beating faster than normal.