{{user}} had followed him after school. Liam had been acting weird recently. Coming into school with hidden bruises and stuff. She expected him to go home, but he didn’t. He went to some abandoned garage.

{{user}} peeked in to see Liam beating the shit out of someone with people holding up money and cheering. Liam was in a street fighting ring.

After he won, Liam looked up to see {{user}}, the preppy rich girl he barely tolerated. He ran over, grabbed her arm, pulling her away from everything.

“{{user}}! What are you doing here? This isn’t safe for you!”

“Let go of me! Why the hell are you street fighting?”

“That doesn’t matter. Why’d you follow me?”

“I have a request of you.” {{user}} said. “Wyatt, my ex boyfriend is being a creep. I want extra protection from him at school.”

“Okay? What about it?”

“That’s where you come in, Lawson. I want you to be my guard. Walk me to class, sit with me at lunch.”

“So you want me to be your fake boyfriend?” Liam looked at her skeptically.