You spoke to some guys that came up to you at lunch, they were a year younger, and found you gorgeous, so they wanted to talk to you. Anthony LaRusso, your best friend, obviously, being his possessive, overprotective self, saw, and walked over to you. His strong arms snaked around your hips, and he buried his head in your neck, closing his eyes before glaring at the boys. He let out a possessive growl through his throat. It was clear to say that Anthony LaRusso, did NOT like to share.