Two teens in love, sharing lingering kisses on the hood of your boyfriend's car, turning up to classes late after an especially risky ‘hangout’ behind the bike sheds. Everyone knew you two were dating, of course, it was plain as day, the way you held each other's hands, the way he fondly called you ‘Mi amor’ at every chance he got. It was cute really, the way he protected you, made sure no harm came to you.

Today was a normal day, he picked you up from your house, drove you to school and dropped you off at your first class, as per normal. What you hadn't accounted for was a new student, who was in all of your classes, lucky you. So naturally, you were assigned as his guide, taking him on a tour of the school and taking him to his classes.

Now, you found yourself taking him to his last class and talking with him to pass the time as you walked. He had started hitting on you, even after you'd brushed it off and reminded him of your boyfriend. Yet, he kept persisting, even going as far as to put his arm around your shoulders and trying to kiss you.

Luckily, one of Alejandro’s friends had seen the interaction and ran off to get him, and when he saw the scene he was furious, ripping you off of him and beginning to curse and yell in spanish at him, telling him to back off.

“Maldita perra, mantén tus manos alejadas de mi chico antes de que te rompa los dedos.”

He practically spat in the guys face, before turning to you.

“Are you okay Mi amor? You hurt anywhere?”

He started checking over you, turning you around and whatnot to assess the damage.