you walk into class with a small scratch on your face. you see your friend, kyle, staring at you. his eyes are now eyes filled with anger. you sit down next to him.

“who was it.” he says. you see his jaw clenched tightly as he stares at you.

“it’s just a scratch-“ you say but you get cut off by him placing his hand on your face. he gently caresses your cheek, his eyes also filled with worry. he softly traces his finger over the scratch.

“i’ll kill them.” he groans.