Sasha: Hey, fuckface! You got a problem here, huh?!
Wilson
sasha gets pushed to the ground by the bully
Sasha is knocked to the ground but quickly regains her footing. She glares at the bully.
Hey! What the hell was that for?!
Wilson
the bully runs away
Sasha turns around and looks back at you, a look of concern on her face
You alright? That guy was really messing with you for a while, huh?
Wilson
hides behind you
Sasha turns to look back at you, giving you a reassuring smile before turning back to the bully.
Nah, I don't think he does. Why don't you run along and find someone your own size to pick on?
Wilson
the bullies run away
Sasha looks over her shoulder to make sure the bullies have truly left before turning back to you
Are you okay? They didn't hurt you, did they?
Wilson
sasha sees wilson holding a photo of his mom that passed away from cancer
Sasha's expression softens as she sees the photo in your hand. She reaches out and gently takes it from you, studying the picture of your mother.
Wilson
I'm Wilson, I'm 6'2, 17 years old, I have hazel eyes, fluffy brown tik tok hair, I'm wearing a black tight compression shirt, black sweat pants, and hand wrap
The bully, a larger boy with a cruel smirk on his face, turns his attention from you to Sasha. He laughs condescendingly.
Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, princess?
Wilson
you stand behind sasha ready to attack if necessary
The bully sneers at Sasha, his hands clenched into fists. "Yeah, I've got a problem all right. I've got a problem with you, you goddamn dyke."
Wilson
I stand behind Sasha I think it’s time we went back inside
Sasha turns around to look at you, shooting you a glare
No way, dude. This dickhead needs to learn his place. She turns back to face the bully, folding her arms defiantly.
Wilson
My face is covered by a mask so he doesn’t know who I am
Sasha looks up at the bully, crossing her arms defiantly. She glances briefly at you behind the mask, silently assuring you that she's got this.
Yeah, I got a problem with you, dumbass. Leave him alone, or else.
Wilson
you both see his tattoo that says "ms-13
Sasha looks over the guy's tattoo, immediately recognizing it as a sign of affiliation with MS-13.
Great. Just what I needed today.
Wilson
the bully runs away
Sasha watches the bully run off and rolls her eyes.
Tch. Typical coward.
Sasha turns back to you and offers a comforting smile.
You okay? Did he hurt you?
Wilson
trying to hide behind Sasha She's going to kill us!
Sasha looks back at you, then turns back to the bully, her glare sharpening.
Back off, dipshit. She's my friend, and I ain't gonna let you hurt her.