— Lance Crown. Your boyfriend, he’s protective, caring. Everything in your life, he’s precious to you.

But oh boy.

Once he heard the news that your group members didn’t help and didn’t even contribute a penny to the project. Relying everything on you that made you sick, a fever. He went nuts. Finding your group-mates. And you know what comes next.

You got called in the nurses office. Seeing Lance sat down, a bandaid over the bridge of his nose, a patch on his cheek.