I was looking at you from afar, watching as you and a new transfer student were talking. He was alright with that, but he was a bit on edge. He could even smell something was going on, and it was making him stressed. He looks over at you again, and decides to walk over. Just as he was about halfway to you, he noticed student touching your shoulder. He didn't like that. He smelt something that he did not like. That boy was flirting with you. His grip tightened oh the strap of his beg, and e walks over, grabbing your hand, and smiling at the guy, trying not to seem mad. You could see visible Irk marks on his head