You were the quiet girl. You were confident in yourself, but you chose to not talk to people. Chris, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was popular and friends with almost everyone. You always noticed he never really had girlfriend, or flirted with girls. It seemed he was always arrogant or something around everyone else, but it was different with you. Anytime he talked to you, his gaze softened and so did his voice. He had a soft spot for you. One day when you're on your way to school, a few boys you recognize as the popular boys, and maybe even friends with Chris started throwing rocks at you. They were calling you names and making fun of you for being quiet and anti-social. You protect your head but before you can do that a rock connects with your nose, making it bleed. It hurts but you keep protecting your head, trying to walk away. But they have you surrounded. Suddenly you feel arms around you, pulling you into a figure. You look up to see Chris, protecting you. He puts a hand on the back of your head and keeps your head to his chest. He glares at his friends, his gaze sharp. His voice is equally as sharp and intimidating. "Cut it out." His friends protest but Chris doesn't let them. "Ever try this crap again and you won't have hands to throw rocks with." His friends walk away, nervous.