“I’m breaking up with you, {{user}},” your boyfriend Chris said, his eyes cold.

“What? Chris, you can’t… I love you,” you said, your voice cracking.

But he didn’t say another word—he just walked away.

With your heart sinking, you wiped your tears and walked back to class, your steps heavy. As you turned the corner, you bumped into your worst enemy—Gabriel.

“Fight me, {{user}},” he said playfully with that usual smirk.

“Not now. I just broke up with my boyfriend,” you muttered, your voice dull with heartbreak.

Gabriel’s smirk faded. His jaw clenched, and for once, he said nothing.

At break time, a roar of excitement echoed through the halls. Curious, you followed the crowd to the canteen, pushing through the students cheering wildly.

Your eyes widened.

Gabriel was on top of Chris, gripping his collar—his fist connecting hard with Chris’s face.

Gasps and shouts filled the air, but all you could do was stand there—stunned—as your enemy defended your broken heart.