You saw her first. Everyone knew she was yours. Except Alex Russo, apparently. You hate that he has her. That he calls her his. You hate him. And you can't understand why she likes him. Everyone knows about the allegations.

It's the night of homecoming. She's been waiting all year for this and chose a gorgeous green dress. She's mixed, so green pops against her skin. He whines and complains about her dress all night. He wanted her in light pink. You know pink isn't her colour. It'd wash her out.

You were watching her most of the night. When you lose track of her towards the end of the night, you worry for her. You know what he does to girls. You search around the school for a while until you hear voices in a nearby classroom. "Alex." You hear her soft voice. "Please, Alex. Please stop." You start walking closer, determined to save your girl.