Bonnie's POV

She kissed my  fucking boyfriend! I ran down the steps and over to them, pulling Chic off. "He's mine!", I screeched in her face, I don't stutter when I'm pissed off. She smirked and licked her lips, shrugging. "I'd be better with him, I mean we're both popular, you're not. We're both hot, you're n-", Des cut her off with a swift punch to her face. When the fuck did she get down here? Freddy looked at me, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking outside. 

Des' POV 

I watched Chic kiss Freddy, then watching Bonnie run down the steps. I quickly followed behind him, watching him scream at her. "I'd be better with him, I mean we're both popular, you're not. We're both hot, you're n-", I cut her off with a punch to her face. No one fucking hurts or talks bad about my friends. I watched Freddy lead Bonnie out, before turning my attention back to Chic. "You fucking little bitch!", she hissed and held her cheek with her left hand, punching me with her right. I glared and pushed her against the wall, hard. And when I say hard, I mean she went flying against the wall. She quickly got up, handing her purse to a white haired girl before attacking me. We continued to throw punches, occasionally calling the other a bitch or a skank, when she got pulled off me by a dude with black hair. "What's going on here?", he asked and I wiped the blood from my nose. Chic had blood gushing from her lip, with bruises all over her face. "She fucking kissed my friend's boyfriend", I hissed and he sighed. "Doesn't mean you two need to fight", he answered and I glared. "Who are you anyways?", I asked and he shrugged slightly. "Aaron, Chic's friend", he replied and i rolled my eyes. Of course it's a friend of hers. "This isn't over", I hissed at Chic, before walking back over to my friends. 

Bonnie's POV

Freddy led me outside and hugged me tightly. I pushed my face in his neck and sniffled, holding back tears. He rubbed my back softly and rocked side to side slowly, trying to calm me down. "Shh, it's okay", he whispered quietly in my ear, kissing my head. "No, it's not. She kissed you!", I whispered quietly, not stuttering again. I was still pissed off, she can find someone else. Freddy's mine. No one else's, MINE. He whispered sweet nothing's into my ear, occasionally kissing my head or forehead. "How can I make it better?", he whispered and I shook my head slightly. "I don't know yet.."