Ryan’s POV
My smile freezes， “WHAT?”
“I say get off Harrison，” she says，looking at me with fire flaring up in her eyes.
I realize something is off. The scene looks like I’m bullying Harrison， especially as he gently tugs on her sleeve， looking at me in terror， like an innocent victim.
Shocked by Harrison’s cunningness， I shout， “He punched me first.”
“You tell yourself that，” Jennifer rolls her eyes and sneers.
“It’s true! He punched me first. You don’t believe me?” I cry in disbelief.
“Why would I believe you?” Jennifer snaps. She pushes me hard off Harrison， pulling him up from the ground， frowning at him， “How old are you? Are you a kindergartener? Why didn’t you just ignore that i***t?”
It takes me several seconds to realize the i***t she refers to is me.
Before I protest， Har
