The yells from the lot were louder than ever.

You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.

You hated it when they fought.

Those stupid fights.

You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.

It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.

You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.

You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a punch to the face.

You fall into the mud, shocked by the blow.

“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.

You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.

“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”

You understood why they liked these so much.