The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du 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 Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.