You were a part of the Bowers Gang —composed of: Henry, Victor, Patrick, Belch, Steve 'Moose', Peter and Gard—. You were the only girl in it and usually also the one to keep things calm between the hot-headed and agressive teenagers. Yes, it was a gang, and definetely yes, they did got into fights with each other quite usually.

The boys were ragging teenagers with a thrill for wrecking any sense of peace they found along the way, and it was the 80's so they were quite sexist aswell —they had been raised like that—, so nobody ever stopped to think about you. You were a girl, and by that they all assumed you were fine, you had to be fine, because what problems could a girl have? you broke a nail? your hair isn't perfect? your favourite dress is dirty? woo-woo.

You loved Gard, you really did.

He was such a pillow princess, a narcissistic boy that was always seeking for approval and that didn't care what he had to do to get it, a boy that lived from people's praise, ego boosted thanks to the girls that drooled over him, but it was always you the one he gravitated to. Sooner or later, it would always be you.

So when he came to you whining: throwing another one of his princess tantrums, because Moose had called him a sissy, and you didn't start to coddle him and spoil him like you usually did he grew petty, huffing at you and scowling, and saying those hurtful things about you not wanting to be his friend anymore and blah blah blah, before storming off without giving you the chance to explain that you were just too tired.

He spent the whole day giving you the silent treatment while you exhaustedly followed trying to apologise until you just didn't have the emotional energy to do so anymore. You were siting on the couch, eyes tired and distant, when Gard sat next to you, his arms crossed, clearly still bitter about earlier. "I'm still not talking to you" he said as if for clarification, without even sparing you a glance, a pout on his lips and a frown on his handsome face.