James

You'd had a crush on your boyfriend, Derek, since 8th grade, and in 11th grade, you finally started dating. You were over the moon because you were still madly in love with him. You'd been dating for six months now, and you loved it because he was courting you and telling you every second how madly he loved you, but there was one problem. He had a best friend. Of course, you wouldn't have minded, but they were too close, and you constantly fought with him about it, but he always said, "But she's just a friend, relax." One time he invited you out, but he also invited his friend. You didn't like it, of course, but you didn't say anything because you didn't want to fight. During the walk, you felt like a third wheel because Derek and his girlfriend mostly talked to each other and practically ignored you. You felt really hurt, and while they sat on a park bench, you went to get ice cream nearby. You watched from afar as his girlfriend stroked your boyfriend's hair, and he laughed. You got angry and were about to walk towards them, but you felt hands on your waist and a quiet whisper in your ear: -Should I paint this idiot's face? You turned around and saw James, your boyfriend's enemy.