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Fallon linked her arm with Chris' as they walked into the club. They had just got two fake ID's, thanks to her new boyfriend.
Chris didn't like him in the slightest. He claimed that he was a bad influence on Fallon, but she didn't seem to mind. He was older than her by a couple of years. Five, maybe six years.
"Come on, Christopher." Fallon said as she pulled the man towards her boyfriend. "Hey, Ryan." She grinned, pulling away from Chris and wrapping her arms around him.
Ryan didn't seem overly impressed. Instead he smirked at Chris, slammed his lips down on Fallon's and grabbed her ass.
Chris had to clench his jaw so that he didn't say anything. He hated the way Ryan treat Fallon. She deserved better than that.
"Hey, babe." Ryan muttered against her lips. "Go and get me and your little friend here a drink." He insisted as he pulled out a twenty dollar bill, before placing it down her cleavage.
Fallon couldn't help it, but her cheeks burned red from the embarrassment. She smiled towards Chris and rushed off to the bar.
"So, Chris." Ryan spoke up. "Sit down. Stop looking so tense. That's how we get thrown out."
Chris rolled his eyes but sat down regardless. His eyes scanned the club for Fallon, wondering if she was okay. He caught a quick glimpse at her sat at the bar, waiting to order.
"Hey, baby." A girl smiled as she wrapped her arms around Ryan's shoulders and placed herself on his lap. "I missed you." The girl began to kiss down Ryan's jaw.
Chris shifted uncomfortably in his seat, waiting for Ryan to push the random girl off.
"I missed you too, princess." Ryan said as his hands roamed up and down the girls body. "But you can't stay, Fallon's here. Don't want to lose her just yet, she's too good in bed."
Chris clenched his fists angrily. He wanted to kill Ryan for what he was saying. For the fact that he had other girls that he was talking to, kissing, and sleeping with.
"But, Baby, I miss you." The girl whined, but Ryan gave her a stern look and she walked away without another word.
"What the hell man?" Chris questioned angrily. He had to remind himself to take deep breaths. To stay calm. To not start a fight.
"Don't tell Fallon, alright? She's too emotional for that. She'll probably start crying and cau-"
Ryan didn't get to finish what he was saying as Chris swung for the man. An audible crack was heard as his fist collided with Ryan's nose.
He fell off the chair with a loud thud, and Fallon rushed back to the table. She went to help Ryan stand up, giving Chris a confused look.
"Chris, what the hell?" She shouted, her hands cupping Ryan's cheeks. "Are you okay?"
"Fallon, we're going." Chris said as he placed his hand out in front of him.
Fallon looked between the two boys. Chris wouldn't have punched Ryan without a reason, he wasn't a violent person. He wouldn't start a fight unless it was necessary.
"No she's not. You're staying with me right, babe?" Ryan said as he wrapped his hands around her bicep and pulled her back into his chest.
"Let go of her." Chris stepped forward, his chest puffed and his jaw clenched tightly. "Now."
Ryan just laughed in response. He glanced down at Fallon before saying,
"This is why I told you to stop talking to him. He's bad news. He's trying to control you."
Fallon's eyes began to water as Ryan's grip became extremely tight on her biceps. She tried to squirm out of his grip, which didn't go unnoticed by Chris.
Chris pushed the man back, making him release Fallon from his grip. Chris quickly stood in front of the girl, who now attempted to pull him back.
"Let's just go home, Chris." Fallon whispered from behind him.
Ryan must have done something in order to piss Chris off. And no matter what Fallon would always trust Chris. He always had her best interest at heart.
"If you leave here with him, we're done." Ryan shouted angrily. "Completely. Don't come begging to get me back. Don't come crying to me."
By now, everyone in the club was watching them carefully. But no one had decided to step in or even say a word.
"Then we're done." Fallon shouted as she linked her hands with Chris and pulled him out of the club.
Once outside, she felt the chill from the cold air. Chris didn't hesitate in pulling off his jacket to give to her.
"Thanks." Fallon smiled up to the man, instantly been engulfed by his familiar scent. "What happened?" Chris tensed up at the question, which didn't go unnoticed by the brunette.
"He had other girlfriends. One of them was there tonight. But he didn't want to lose you, cause you're too good in bed." Chris' jaw clenched. "I'm sorry, Fal, I just got so angry that he was talking about you like that-"
Fallon cut the man off by wrapping we arms around his shoulders and burying her head into the crook of his neck.
"Thank you, Chrissy. Apparently you're the only decent male out there." She whispered with a half hearted chuckle.
"Apparently." He nodded, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. He never wanted to let go. He wanted to protect Fallon from men like that. He didn't want to see her be hurt.
