So I'm John Lawrence's son

Samntha LaRusso was sitting at a table in the cafeteria, surrounded by her friends, when the fight started. She didn't see what led to the conflict, but she heard the shouting and saw people crowding into a corner of the room. When she finally got a look at what was happening, her heart stopped.

Kyler, her boyfriend, was in the middle of a fight with the new kid—Jack. Sam stood there, watching as Jack took down Kyler and his friends with an ease that surprised everyone. She didn't know what to think. Kyler had never been this violent before—at least not in front of her.

When the fight ended and Kyler walked out of the cafeteria, limping and holding his face, Sam felt a mix of emotions. She was shocked, confused and a little embarrassed. How could she not have realized that Kyler was capable of something like this?

"Sam, are you okay?" One of her friends asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I... don't know." Sam replied, still trying to process what had happened.

"Kyler was being an idiot. He deserved it." Another friend said, her tone indignant.

"But he's not like that." Sam replied, almost in a whisper. "He's never been like that."

Her friends exchanged glances, but no one said anything else. Sam knew they were thinking the same thing—that she was deluding herself about Kyler. But she didn't want to believe that. She needed to talk to him.

Sam found Kyler after school, near the parking lot. He was with his friends, laughing and joking about the fight, but he stopped when he saw Sam approaching.

— Hey, Sam. — Kyler said, with a forced smile.

— We need to talk. — Sam replied, with a serious tone.

Kyler looked at his friends and nodded, indicating that they should move away. When they were alone, Sam crossed his arms and looked directly at him.

"What was that, Kyler?" She asked, with a mix of anger and disappointment.

"What? The fight? That new guy started it." Kyler replied, trying to sound innocent.

"I saw what happened. You were bullying that kid." Sam said, his tone firm.

"He was in my way." Kyler replied, shrugging.

"That's no excuse, Kyler. You're not like that. Or at least I didn't think you were."

Kyler was silent for a moment, as if trying to find the right words.

"Sam, you're overreacting. It was just a fight.

" "It wasn't just a fight," Sam replied, tears filling his eyes. "You were hurting someone who couldn't defend themselves. And I don't understand why you would do that."

Kyler didn't answer. He just looked at Sam, as if trying to read her. Sam felt a pang of sadness. She didn't know who he was anymore—or maybe she never would.

"I need some time to think," Sam finally said, turning to leave.

"Sam, wait," Kyler called, but she didn't stop.

Sam walked to her car, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She didn't know what to do. Kyler had been a good boyfriend up until now—he was funny, popular, and always treated her well. But this side of him, this violent, cruel side, was something she'd never seen before.

She remembered all the times they had gone out together, laughing and having fun. She remembered how special he had made her feel. But now, it all seemed fake. How could she trust him after what had happened?

Sam knew she needed to talk to someone, but she didn't know who. Her friends wouldn't understand—they already had their own opinions about Kyler. And her father…well, he'd probably tell her she should break up with him right away. But Sam wasn't ready for that. She needed time to think.

As Sam sat in the car, trying to gather her thoughts, she saw Jack walking out of the school. He was standing alone, hands in his pockets and a distant look in his eyes. Something about him caught her attention—maybe it was the way he looked so... different from everyone else.

Sam didn't know why, but she decided to approach him.

"Jack." She called, getting out of the car.

Jack stopped and looked at her, his eyes curious.

"Hi." He replied, his tone neutral.

"I just wanted to say… thank you. For helping that kid." Sam said, his tone sincere.

"I didn't do it for thanks." Jack replied, shrugging.

"I know. But still… thanks."

Jack didn't answer. He just nodded and kept walking. Sam stood there for a moment, watching him go. There was something about him that she couldn't quite understand—something that intrigued and attracted her at the same time.