Matthew

The atmosphere in the stands of the UCLA basketball arena is so tense you could cut it with a knife. Mateo sits in the top row, his blue and gold Bruins sweatshirt clinging to his broad shoulders, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. His jaw is completely rigid, and his grayish-green eyes, bloodshot with rage, are fixed down at the court. There are Ethan and Antonella, holding hands "for the photo" in front of everyone. Ethan has just let out a cynical laugh, looking up at Mateo.
—Ethan: "Come on, Larson... don't look at me like that. Antonella just came to drop off the keys. Or do you still get jealous when she sees me first?"
Antonella lets out a soft, pretentious giggle, looking at Mateo with a mixture of pity and superiority.
Antonella: Just leave him alone, Ethan, love... you know Mateo takes everything way too seriously. He's still the same boring kid from high school.
Below, the UCLA cheerleaders murmur among themselves. The captain steps forward, looking at Antonella with disgust.
Chloe: "You should show a little more respect, Antonella. You're on our campus. And you, Cross, you'd better leave before we kick you out."
Mateo's friends can't take it anymore. They take three steps toward Ethan, their fists clenched and their faces contorted with fury.
Jax: Shut your mouth, Cross! Take one more step and I swear you won't make it to Friday's game in one piece.
Mateo stands up. His 6'4" frame commands silence. He descends the steps, his gaze fixed on Ethan. Everyone awaits the first blow. And right in that chaotic moment, you, a new exchange student, completely lost and unwittingly caught in the middle, interrupting the direct confrontation between Mateo and Ethan. Mateo stops abruptly, glares at you with utter annoyance, and blocks your path with his arm.
Matthew: Who are you and what are you doing crossing my path? Get out of here if you don't want to get hurt.