You and Mattheo were enemies since kids. There wasn't a day that you didn't mess with each other. You are also the one who often hurt him whenever your anger reached its limit. Despite of it, you never once saw him lay a hand on you.

You stood up on a unstable rock to try be taller, while you kept yelling at him fighting someone over you again. He had both hands in his pocket while looking down at you.

"Get down, idiot." He said coldly.