~Imagine Carl and Ron fighting over you~
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You pushed past Ron, before fixing your flannel over you tank. You and Ron had just gotten into an argument over you and Carl; Ron wanted you, but you were with Carl. Ron grabbed your arm, and only made you angry, so you stormed away, only to be met by Carl.
¨Y/N?¨ Carl voiced, uncertainly, as he eyed the sudden frustation against your face, that he always turned to calling 'beautiful', ¨you okay?¨
¨I'm fine.¨ You didn't want any further complications-you just wanted to go home and take a nap. Taking notice of Ron, who stood inches behind you, Carl steamed red.
¨What'd you do to her?¨
¨Wait, Carl!¨ You turned to stop Carl, but you were too late. He had already grabbed ahold of Ron's jean jacket, his face inches away from his. You tried to stop them, but only got elbowed in the jaw. You backed away just as Carl shoved Ron to the grass, his flannel ripped slightly.
¨If you ever think of touching her again, you're dead. You even look at her, and I'll break your nose. Understand?¨
¨You're weak,¨ Ron laughed, before pushing himself to his feet. Before each of them could start in again, you spun around on your heels, ¨Y/N, where you going?¨
You waved them off, ¨I'm done. Until you two stop acting stupid, we don't know each other.¨