Y/n POV

"And you never pass him in the hallway?" I ask doubtingly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No, I never see him." Tyler confirms, clearly annoyed by my presence.

I squint my eyes at him. "Okay, maybe you should try to find him next time instead of waiting to finally pass him."

"What I do is not under your control." Tyler rolls his eyes.

"Mark is getting hurt!" I yell, grabbing the attention of passing students. "You know he isn't going to stand up for himself so you need to do it for him!"

Tyler stares down at me with a face saying he wasn't going to listen to me.

"He's like a baby, Tyler. He can't do things so we have to do it for him, and if you don't the results aren't good." I try to reason with him.

"He can handle a few bruises, Y/n." Tyler rolls his eyes.

"What kind of friend are you?" I yell as his words make my anger overflow, pushing my filter off. "He is getting fucking beat and no one around him does anything! If it were you, he'd do anything to make it stop." I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to my level. "What is fucking wrong with you, you bastard?" I shout.

"Nothing is wrong with me, its you!" Tyler pushed me away. "I'm not babying him, he's not going to have me around all the time. By doing this, I'm showing him he needs to do things on his own. When he's off to college, you won't be there to constantly protect him, he needs to realize in the real world no one will be there to fight off every bad person for him!"

"This is completely different, you cunt!" At this point I was just calling him as many names as I could think of. It didn't need to make sense, I was too mad to think about it.

"You know what I hate about you?" Tyler shouts, anger filling his facial expression.

"What? How I'm trying to protect your best friend?"

"You're so fucking ignorant, you only see your side of things and only your side. You do what you want, not even thinking about others! You think you're a good person, don't you?" Tyler laughs dryly. "News flash, you're wrong! You're only destroying him. And when you cheat on him you'll break his heart."

"Who the fuck said I would ever do that?" I yell, fist clenched.

"Its obviously gonna happen at some point! You're just that kind of person!"

"What the fucking shit makes you say that?" I scream, making students stop in their tracks to watch the scene in front of them. "I would never do that to him, you dumbass!"

"Uh, Y/n?" Nix pushed to the front of the semi big crowd and hesitantly took a step closer to me.

"Fuck off Nixon!" I snap.

"Y/n-" Nixon began.

"Who is this?" Tyler folds his arms. "Already cheating?"

"This is my fucking brother, you bitch!"

"Y/n, if you-" Nix begins again.

"I said fuck off!" I whip my head in his direction for the first time.

"Its Mark!" Nix yells, trying to avoid being cut off again.

My eyes widen. "Where?" Is all I said. Nix began walking down the hall, Tyler and me following. I've never wanted to punch him more. Soon, Nixon stops at the door that leads to the boys locker room. He opened his mouth to say something but I ignored him, pushing the door open and walking in without a second thought. Tyler follows, Nixon's after.

Mark was pinned against the lockers, a small cut under his eye. The guys around him laughed as Caleb yelled and hit him.

"You think you can punch me and get away with it?" Caleb laughs. Is he serious?

"He might not, but I sure can!" I yell through clenched teeth, pulling him away from Mark by his shirt. The guy holding Mark back let go of him instantly with wide eyes. Mark slowly dropped to the floor, Tyler and Nix rushing to his side.

"The fuck are you doing here L/n?" Caleb looked at me as if I was gum stuck on the bottom of his new shoes.

"Is you head so far up your ass you don't even know why I want to break all the bones in your body?" I say, slowly walking towards him, pushing him against the lockers when he was close enough. "You're a dumbass." I chuckle before kneeing him in the gut.

Another guy from behind me pulled me off of Caleb. "Hey, we don't need to hurt anybody."

"Says the guy who was laughing at a guy getting hurt!" I point to Mark on his knees being comforted by Tyler and Nix.

"He doesn't count." He shakes his head.

"Why doesn't he?" I fold my arms.

Pain shot through my jaw as Caleb's fist connected with it. Nixon stood up and pushed Caleb away from me.

"Son of a bitch." I whisper under my breath, holding my jaw. I glance at Mark to see him staring down at his hands, his hair covering his face.

"You think you can hit my sister?" Nix lightly pushes Caleb's shoulders.

Ignoring them, I take a step closer to Mark and kneel next to him. I brush his hair out of his face and lean down slightly to look at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut with a single tear running down his face. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him closer to me.

"I'm fucking useless." Mark whispered.

"No you aren't." I disagree.

Mark shakes his head. "Yes I am, you got hurt and I didn't do anything."

"That doesn't mean anything." I whisper back. "You are far from useless. It wasn't your fault. I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Tyler rolls his eyes, now staring at the two guys, Nixon and Caleb.

"Whatever, fuck this. Fuck you," Caleb points at me. "and I will see you later." He glares at Mark. "Weak bastard." Caleb laughs.

Caleb and the guys made their way out of the locker room. Nixon looks back at us on the floor, sitting in front of Mark and me.

"Hey, Mark-" Nixon starts.

"Nix." I interrupted. I shake my head telling him not to speak. Tyler and Nix exchange looks before Nix shrugs.

I lean down to his ear. "괜찮아?"(Are you okay?)

Mark nods. "난 괜찮아." (I'm fine)

I lean my head on his. "확실한가요?"(Are you sure?)

He doesn't answer for a few seconds. "아니."(no) Mark shakes his head.

I slightly rub his arm in attempt to comfort him. "그는 다시는 귀찮게 하지 않습니다 그리고 나는 확인할 것 이다."(He won't bother you again and I will make sure of that.)

"나는 당신을 사랑합니다."(I love you.) Mark chuckles.

I smile. "나도 당신을 사랑 해요."(I love you too.)