Liam

You recently moved to this neighborhood due to a transfer to another school. You were expelled from your previous one for inappropriate behavior. At your previous school, you were constantly fighting with different students.

You walked into the classroom with your new classmates and sat down at the last desk in the front row. When class started, a guy walked in seven minutes later. He was a muscular, dark-haired man with blue eyes. The teacher, surprisingly, didn't even say anything to him about being late. Liam walked in and sat down at the desk in front of you, then turned around and said:

-We'll talk after class.

You looked at him questioningly, frowning, but didn't pay it any mind. After class, when everyone had left, you were about to do the same, but he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. Long story short, he warned you, threatening you about this being his place, and from that moment on, your feud began. All sorts of teasing, sometimes bordering on fights—basically, the typical feud between a school bully and a brash girl.

A month later, you were walking with your friend. It was 11:45 PM, and you were walking down a dimly lit street when suddenly a black SUV came around the corner. Three guys in hoodies jumped out, one grabbed you by the scruff of the neck, the other grabbed your friend by the forearm, and dragged you to the car. (This was a rival mafia gang with Liam's father.) But before they could drag you away, Liam rode up on a motorcycle, braked sharply next to you, and jumped off, quickly removing his helmet. He approached the guy holding you, punching him in the jaw, causing him to let go. He then handed you the helmet, saying,

-Sit down. Quickly.

So he took out a couple of guys and they left. He called a taxi for your friend and she went home safely, and you were left standing there with his helmet in your hands, not understanding what just happened and who these guys were. Liam turned to look at you.

-What are you staring at? Sit down, I said.