Patrick:
You stood outside of the school in a white vneck and black skinny jeans. People walked by and gave you weird looks. You glared at them with one purpose in mind. Patrick walked out of the school with a frown on his face. You walked over to him with concern.
"Baby, what's wrong?" You asked grabbing his hand.
"Just some assholes picking on me today. No big deal (Y/N)." Patrick sighed. Anger coursed through your veins.
"Hey! If anyone wants to fuck with my boyfriend and talk shit about him, you can come to me! I'll make sure you get taken care of!" You announced to Patrick's schoolmates. A few people held serious fear in their eyes. Patrick smiled at you and kissed you.
"I have the best girlfriend ever." He grinned.
Joe:
(This sort of takes place in that part of the This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race when Joe's about to get his ass kicked)
You sat on the grungy couch watching as Joe and the guys recorded with their new label. There were other people sitting around you, talking and making fun of the guys, mainly Patrick face when he sings. Then, he started to slay. The guys really got into playing and Joe did some spins. Yeah, not such a good idea. He knocked someone's bottle out of their hand and it broke. The guy stood up and punched Joe. You hopped up from you seat in anger.
"Leave my boyfriend alone!" You yelled. Some girl walked up to you and poked your chest.
"And what are you gonna do if he doesn't?" She asked. You glared at her and punched her in her face. That's what really started the major fight. In the end you won, but FOB had to find a new label.
Pete:
You were almost a whole foot shorter than Pete. You stood somewhere around 4"10 and people most often took that as a sign that you were weak.
Big mistake.
You were a big ball of rage just ready to set off on anyone. You and Pete sat at a bar one night and some guy spilled his drink on you.
"What the hell asshole!" You yelled.
"Shut up, midget!" He yelled walking out of the bar. You growled and stood up.
"(Y/N)!" Pete said grabbing your arm. You turned to see him smirking.
"Don't kill him." He said. You grinned and ran to have a "talk" with Mr. Asshat.
Andy:
You sighed and slumped down in the chair.
"Miss (L/N), I don't think you understand how much trouble you're in." The principal snapped.
"I don't think you understand that I didn't do it! All I did was run down the hall when Mr. Stewart came." You snapped back, brushing your (H/C) hair out of your face. Just then, the secretary came in dragging Andy with her.
"Here's the other one." She growled. Andy glared at her and then looked at you.
"So nice if you to join us. Look, the vein in her forehead is about to pop." You said to your boyfriend, excitedly.
"Dude no way!" Andy said sitting down as the principal dropped her head. You two ended up getting one week of suspension. It wasn't that bad, considering you were together.
