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(Mel's P.O.V.)

She smacked me, I took the risk. John stared in disbelief. I felt liquid pouring down my cheek. Blood was pouring down my cheek. She just glares at me for getting in the way. I stared down at the floor. "You bitch never touch my friends, and never come near him ever again." I said while pointing at John.

I helped John up fromthe floor and grabbed my phone and stopped recording. "You were recording?" John asks. I nodded. I turned around and looked at him, he gasped in shock. I knew my cheek had swollen up. "It's swollen isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah, pretty bad." He says. "Let's get you an ice pack... and maybe some ice cream for saving me, my treat." He says while smiling at me.

John always was like an older brother to me. He always knew what I like, my dislikes, and how to always cheer me up every time I'm hurt or injured. If he were to be my brother I'd be extremely happy

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