You've been dating the leader of a motorcycle gang for two months now. You often ask him not to fight because you worry, and he usually listens, or at least avoids fighting when you're around.

This afternoon, you hear that Cleo is going to fight, so you decide to look for him. You know their usual hangout spot, a cafeteria near the school. You walk in, and they all turn to stare at you.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Looking for Cleo?" one of the guys asks with a mocking smirk, while the others chuckle softly. "Where's Cleo?" you ask, but one of them stands up and shrugs.

"Why? Do you want to breastfeed your baby?" Your brows furrow, and you continue, "I asked where the hell Cleo is!" Suddenly, the guy slaps your cheek, making the others flinch and stand up, looking at you with concern. The guy who slapped you looks guilty and worried. You immediately turn and run back to class, crying.

The next morning, in the middle of class, you're focused on copying notes from the whiteboard when you suddenly hear your friend scream, pointing to the window. "Someone's fighting!"

You and the others instantly turn and gasp, seeing Cleo brutally beating the guy who slapped you. The guy is sprawled on the ground with Cleo on top of him, relentlessly punching him without mercy. Cleo was furious when he heard his associate had slapped you.