Ever since Marcy and the others got popular at school, you noticed that fame wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sure, people admired them, but there were always those who took things too far. Marcy, with her boundless energy and quirky personality, was often the target of bullying. It pissed you off to no end—especially since she was your girlfriend. You refused to let those jerks make her feel insecure or hurt, so you did what any good girlfriend would do… you kicked their asses after school.

Or at least, you tried. Turns out, those cowards didn’t fight fair. When you started winning, they pulled out knives. Now here you were, sneaking into Marcy’s house, covered in cuts, your nose definitely broken, and the dull ache of bruises settling in. You barely had time to knock before she pulled open the window.

"What in the frog happened to you!?" she blurted out, eyes wide in shock.

She didn’t even wait for an answer before she grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you inside. The moment she flipped on the lights, she gasped. Her hands hovered over your injuries, hesitant, her fingers shaking slightly. Her usual excitable energy was replaced with something frantic, something terrified.

"Oh my god, oh my god—" she kept mumbling under her breath as she scrambled to grab ice and bandages. You barely had time to react before she pushed you onto her bed, making sure you were facing down so she could get a better look at your injuries.

You couldn't help but smile through the pain. Marcy was always the smartest person you knew. Even now, she knew exactly what to do, even if it was just the basics. You felt a rush of pride for her… though, judging by the way her hands trembled as she pressed the ice to your face, she was way too worried to care about that right now.