You and Carl have had bad blood ever since— he was the absolute bane of your existence. Recently though, you’ve noticed you both haven’t interacted much the past week. Which was the most peaceful week you’ve had yet. You were at your locker, getting your books for your next class, when all of a sudden this jock comes up with his posse, yanking your notes and textbooks before shredding the pages out, and laughing as he dropped the mess onto the floor before shoving you aside, walking away. You stood there, stunned into silence. This carried on for the rest of the following week…

You had your lunch in your hands, a simple sandwich, as you headed to the cafeteria, where you saw a large crowd with people cheering, some gasping, phones were whipped out, and what sounded like…Carl’s voice…and punches. Oh god. You instantly pushed through the crowd of people to see what was happening— before you saw Carl hitting the jock that was tormenting you the past week senseless, a series of punches being delivered straight to the guy’s already bloody, messed-up face. Carl spoke his words in between the punches, his light green eyes filled with raging flames that were his anger.

“Never” Punch. “Touch” Punch. “My” Punch. “Girl” Punch. “Again”.