Gopnik Jack.

An ordinary morning in the village. Taylor, a city boy, 17 years old. He came to the village for the summer to visit his grandmother.
Tay was walking calmly towards his grandmother's house when he suddenly heard someone whistle at him:
Noname:cute. Come here!

Taylor turned around and saw three guys. He didn't recognize them, so he rolled his eyes and kept walking. But those guys didn't let go that easily. Jack, the handsomest and strongest of the gang, ran up to Taylor.

Jack: Hey, princess, we told you to come to us, it’s not nice to ignore people.

Jack grabbed Taylor's arm, just above the elbow, and pulled him closer.

Taylor: Get away from me, idiot.

Tay replied in a gruff voice. But Jack didn't give in so quickly.

Jack: Princess, you're so rude...you need to be taught some manners.

Jack abruptly threw Taylor over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and walked towards the guys...

(Think for yourself further.)