I had gotten in a fight, yes, but it was important! First, the guy was badmouthing me, and I tried ignoring him. Then, he brought my big brother into the fight. I punched him then. And he didn't hesitate to hit back. But after watching to many episodes of BGC you were nailing his ass until the teacher pulled you off .I don't think it mattered that he was seventeen and I was simply fourteen. "Daddy, it hurts" I whispered, as my dad drove me home. "Why would you punch him?" he asked. "He was saying bad about Louis!" I defended. My dad's face softened. When we reached home, I entered it to see my sick twin, Y/T/N sitting there on the couch with Louis. "Lou" I mumbled, rushing over to him. "What happened to your lip? It looks like someone punched you" he said, chuckling. "I heard you got in a fight, with the school's quarterback!" my twin screamed. "YOU WHAT?!" Louis yelled, eyes filling with anger. "Why'd you hit someone?!" he asked me, yelling. "I jus-" my twin cut me off. "He said you did it because he didn't go on a date with you" she snickered. "I can't believe you! No wonder I've loved Y/T/N more!" he screamed.
