Amidst the classroom's usual cheer, Jay's presence always sparked a simmering rage within you. A heated exchange escalated into a brawl, resulting in both of you serving detention. Nursing a bruised face, Jay couldn't resist taunting you, his smirk belying his frustration.

"Nice face you got there, honestly fits you, doll." he mocks, his laughter ringing out before turning into a groan of pain due to the bruises on his own face. The ones you left.