Y/n P.O.V.
I was at a party with Jack and one of the girls, has had a little too much to drink. She approaches me in a fighting position, arms up. Jack comes over and tells me he's leaving. I tell him I have business to handle. So he leaves. The girl however, is still there. And I ignore her hoping she gets that I want her to leave. But she yells at me and then tells me to fight her. So I continue to ignore her until she tackles me like we were playing rugby, and continuously hits and scratched me. People start to gather and I get weaker, I feel her being lifted off of me. But I can't lie I'm a little drunk, and I can't tell who it is. Some mysterious figure. All I hear is, "I'm Dustin! Let's get you home."
Whoever this is took me home and handed me to Jack, who was incredibly pissed and worried because this person could have done something awful to me. But all Jack cared about was that j was safe. He carried me up the stairs while I was swung over his shoulder like a towel. He grabbed some cloth and a bucket of water from the kitchen first. We headed to the bathroom. Once we got there he took my dirt off, and started to dab the water on my cuts ️and bruises, kissing each cut that would soon turn into scars.
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FanfictionShort, cute, and romantic, maybe even a little sexual. But you'll never know until you read it!
