Your boyfriend Scaramouche saw you getting slapped by your mother at the parking lot from a distance. Today was the release of report cards, and your mother expected you to have at least a 98 average.

However, you failed to meet her expectations. Your mother then ripped the report card and threw it at you as if you were a homeless person asking for money in front of her

As soon as your mother left, Scaramouche approached and helped you up on your knees. 'Are you alright?' he asked. 'That damn woman, I swear to God, I'm gonna rip her hair off,' he said.