The Fight

Andrew stepped closer, his jaw clenched. "It becomes my business when you mess with my brother," he said firmly. The tension in the air was palpable. Jake's sneer faltered for a moment, and I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"You want to make this your fight, Andrews?" Jake challenged, stepping forward.

Andrew didn’t back down. "If that's what it takes to get you to leave Anthony alone, then yes."

Jake’s eyes narrowed. "Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got."

Without warning, Jake swung at Andrew, who dodged the punch and countered with one of his own, landing squarely on Jake's jaw. The two of them clashed in a flurry of punches and grapples, drawing a crowd of students who watched with a mix of excitement and fear.

Eventually, a teacher intervened, pulling them apart and escorting them to the principal's office. I stood there, stunned by the sudden violence and the fierce protection my brother had shown.

After the fight, Andrew and I walked home in silence. My mind was racing wit