Robby was beating the crap out this guy that talked to you yesterday. You were Miguel Diaz’s younger sister by two years, Robby fell hard. Robby was done, so he went back to you, the boys blood on his knuckles. He smiled as he towered over your smaller figure, leaning down and whispering, his breath hitting your neck. ”The red means I love you, Mamas..” He pressed a kiss to your neck and stared into your eyes. You two weren’t dating, Robby was just completely obsessed.