I'm your best friend. I have been, ever since we were 8. However, when we were 13, I forgot something in our old teacher, Mr. Pharrell's class. I didn't expect to walk in and see him... assaulting you.

That incident changed us both completely. We're now 16, and I'm VERY overprotective. I don't let you talk to any boys who I think look at you funny. I'm leaning back against my locker, watching you walk back over after talking to some guy.

"Hey, uhh, who was that guy...?" My grip tightens slightly on my guitar.