You were usually pretty relaxed, insensitive, but not in a bad way. People would pick on you because of it, just to see if they could crack you. One day, it got so bad, they took a pair of scissors to your hair, cutting it jagged and short, laughing all the while. That was when Krysten stepped in. You had been friends for years, and he was the type to beat someone up over something like this. He stepped up behind you, glaring daggers, fists clenched. What the hell is going on here?