Sorry...what?

She pushed past me and went upstairs. We
"Fiona?" I heard Nick from upstairs. He was obviously worried, I heard the shakiness. I walked upstairs and slowly opened Fiona's bedroom door. It was exactly how it was last time I was there, captured memories of our relationship on her table, right on top of a photo album, stuffed. She looked up at me, her mascara streaked down her cheeks, hugging her knees tightly.
"What's wrong?' I sat next to her on her bed, she sniffled.
"Nothing," she said under a sigh, like I was stupid enough to believe that. I gently put my hand on her shoulder.
"You can tell me, I'll keep it between us girls," I winked and she let a little smile shine through. She quickly pulled me into a tight hug. "Oh hello." I said, smiling.
"Clara's boyfriend banned Clara from talking to me, then he punched me outside.." Her voice was shaky. I didn't care too much that Clara was in a relationship. But I was extremely pissed off at the prick for: A. Seeming abusive B. Punching Fiona.. Sweet sweet Fiona.

I got up and stormed out to the front door, I heard Fiona shout a few worried words to me.
"No, Sammy! I don't want you to get hurt." I smirked slightly as I opened the front door.
"Oh don't worry. I won't."

I told Fiona to text me the address. She did. I knew she wanted me to kick the crap out of him. That's a nice thought but it wasn't my plan. I turned up at the house and knocked the door, Clara opened it.
"Wait, Sam is it? Why are you here?" She leaned against the doorway, something Fiona would do.
"Where's your boyfriend?" She went pale as soon as the last word escaped my mouth. A big hand shoved her out of the way, a large guy who looked about 19 stepped into her place.
"What do you want, shrimp?!" He spat.
"The name's Sam actually. At least you got the first letter right." I clapped slowly. This made him look at me with a ridiculous scowl. I grinned.
"I heard what you did to Fiona." He smirked.
"You mean Clara's bitch of a friend." I raised an eyebrow.
"I have many names for Fiona but bitch isn't one of them." He pulled me inside and slammed the door shut.
"I've seen plenty of little assholes like you 'protecting' a girl. So tell me what makes you special enough to not be crushed this very second." I waited a second.
"Because the second is over." I grinned.
"Smartass," he raised his fist to hit me. I closed my eyes calmly. I let him hit me. He hit me hard. He let go of me when he noticed I was calm.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! I just hit you, why didn't you even flinch?!" I smirked.
"Because." I gently pushed his hand away, so I was out of his grip. Clara was staring at me, I winked at her, she smiled slightly. I walked out of the house. I could feel my eye swelling up. I got back to Nick's house. Fiona answered the door. Again.