A group of boys are picking on you. They've been calling you names like slut or bitch. One of them steps forward and pushes you. He called you a bitch and spit on your shirt.

Suddenly, a soccer ball came flying full speed out of nowhere and bashed the boy in the nose. It started bleeding and he yelled out, pissed.

"What the f/ck!?"

He looked over and saw your boyfriend walking over, livid, with the rest of the soccer team.

"So you're the mother f/cker that's been picking on my girlfriend?"

He grabbed you by the waist.He handed you his jersey. The soccer team turned their backs, covering you while you quickly switched shirts.

You're boyfriend poked at his cheek. "Go ahead and repeat the names you called her to my face."

One of the boys decided to be bold and yelled "wh0r3." Your boyfriend smirked, clenching his jaw, his eye twitching a bit. He turned around and looked at the sky.

"So help me God."

He sent a quick right hook into his face. The rest of the soccer joined in. After a few minutes, each of those rude boys was doing push-ups. All crying, with blood coming from some part of their faces.

"Gilipollas."