You were standing in shock, unable to move as you stared at the scene before you. Scaramouche, the boy that had always been cold to you was stepping between you and your toxic friend?

“What did you say?!” He demanded. “She’s not inadequate, you imbecile.”

Your eyes widened in shock as your toxic friend turned to you, ignoring Scaramouche and smirking as she raised her fist to punch you.