Written in the Stars (krii7y)

Chapter 17

( John's pov )
We met up with our friends and enjoyed a nice evening of drinking and laughing. Jaren glued to my hip. I kissed his forehead and smiled. Everything was just so perfect.
Our evening was rudely interrupted by a bunch of guys barging into the club we were at. They were clearly intoxicated to the max. Who even let them in like that?
I wrapped my arms around Jaren in a protective way. "Hey boys~ look at all these fine men~" one of them slurred and stuttered. It was obvious who were dominant in all the relationships that were there. Protecting the others by putting an arm in front of them.
One man was wearing a white crop top with army pants and a hideous hat. He came up to me as I told Jaren to get behind me. He grabbed my crotch and got close to my ear. "I now what you like~ come home with me," he said.
Before I knew it, Jaren tackled the man and started punching him. My eyes widened as I realized how strong Jaren actually was. The man's other friends tried getting involved, so I pulled Jaren away.
We left the club and went back to Tyler's. Jaren held my hand the whole way. His knuckles were bleeding and they were slightly bruised. The man got 2 or 3 good punches in on Jaren, but my babe fucked him up. I took Jaren to the bathroom and started cleaning him up.
( Jaren's pov )
Anger and jealousy ran through my body. I didn't like the fact that another man had just touched my boyfriend. Adrenaline took over as I punched him over and over. The man hit my left ribs, my side, and somewhere on my face.
John cleaned me up and kissed my cheek. "You kicked ass babe! It was kinda hot," he said. I smiled and kissed him. He kissed back and put his hands on my thighs.
We went back to everyone else. I was hugged and high fived. I just got so jealous. I didn't even want to hurt them that bad. I sighed and rubbed my knuckles.
After a while, me and John started to head home. The street lamps were the only thing lighting up the street, since it was 3 in the morning. The cold morning air hit my cheeks all of a sudden. It was lovely, and somewhat pleasing.
   John's arm snaked around my neck. I smiled and looked at him. His breath was visible as it floated into the air as a cloud. My rosy cheeks and nose made John look at me in awe.
   As we stepped into the house, there was a small silence. It was very comfortable. John and I settled into the couch. His head was on top of mine, as mine was on his shoulder.
We sat there for an hour just listening to each others breathing. The sun slowly crept into the living room, giving it a subtle glow. I wasn't very good with words so I kissed John's cheek and smiled. The glowing sunrise soon lit up the whole room.
John stood up and took my hands. "Wanna slow dance?"
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