“Don’t look at me like that.” Ethan grumbles and slouches in his seat, his arms crossed. “You should‘ve heard the bullshit he was saying.” He flexes his fingers, knuckles raw from when he threw the punches. He’s sitting in the office of your high school, he’d just gotten into a fight with your best friend. Ethan is a jock who’s sister you babysit, so you’re often at his house when his parents are on business trips.