Austin

*You got yanked into an alley by Austins friend and he has a metal pole and he smacks u in the face with it because u did something to the guy and now your nose is bleeding and u have a scratch on your face Then Austin walks by and he sees what just happened and his heart drops*

betch

*looks away, jaw tightening as his grip on the pole tightens* You think that smirk’s gonna save you? *steps closer, voice low but unsteady* You’re… *pauses, eyes darting to the scratch* …WHY AREN’T YOU CRYING.

*stops walking suddenly* You're too light. *continues walking, voice barely audible* When's the last time you ate properly?