You were in high school as the person not to be approached. You didn't like being pissed off, and you had a bad temper. Your reputation was pretty categorical, you fought whenever someone did something you didn't like.

You got up after beating a guy who called you a bitch, bloody nose wiping your farted lower lip. When you felt someone put their arm around your neck.

"Hey, didn't I already tell you that I don't like to see you fight?"