It's just me and you

Chapter 2- Acquaintance

Y/N's POV

Bumping into everyone that's in our way, the mysterious blonde directs me towards a one person restroom.

I hold on to her shoulder tightly, afraid I might faint at any given moment.

She holds my waist tightly, as if she's also afraid I might pass out.

We finally make it to the restroom, she opens the door while still holding me in one arm.

To our surprise there are two women inside, one admiring herself in the mirror and the other applying lipstick.

"Out!" the blonde says demandingly to the women.

I'm return, they just stare at her through the mirror not giving in to her request.

"Now!" She says louder than the last time causing them to jump and look back towards her direction.

As they are about to argue with the blonde, they quickly divert their eyes towards me and see the blood dripping down my face which causes them to gather their things in a hurry.

"So sorry" one of the girls says softly as she leaves. The other girl just gives me an apologetic look and follows her friend outside.

The blonde leans me against the counter of the sink and walks back towards the door locking it.

I almost fall forward and she quickly reacts by putting both hands on each of my shoulders and leans me back slowly.

"Careful" she says while keeping me in place

"Sorry" I say in a low voice I can barely even hear. Why am I so nervous? Hopefully she doesn't notice.

"Let me see" her voice sounds so soft and she's so careful. Quit it y/n, stop thinking like that.

I slowly nod my head accepting her request. I lean down to give her access to my wound because I'm a little taller then her.

She stands so close to me I can practically hear her heart beat and her shallow breathing.

She squints her eyes and examines my wound. Her hands are soft and warm, her touch is so delicate.

I flinch "Ouch" I say as she touches the entry of my wound.

"Sorry" she says while looking carefully into my eyes with an apologetic look.

"It's- okay" I say redirecting my head towards her.

she examines it one more time.

"Good news or bad news?" she says while removing her hands from my head.

I stare at her confusingly "Good news?"

She nods her head "Good news is you won't need any stitches"

"and- the bad news?" I say scared to hear her answer.

She clicks her tongue "Bad news is, you're incredibly ignorant."

I furrow my brows in confusion "Excuse me?" I say offended by her remark.

"What were you thinking? going up against a man like that?" She says sternly.

I scoff and look away from her.

"What were you thinking?" she says softly.

To be completely honest. I wasn't. I didn't like the way that idiot was treating her and I sure as hell hated the way he grabbed her. Men like him deserve to be put in their place.

I shrug my shoulders "I guess you could call it liquid courage" I say teasingly. Damn I know for a fact that the alcohol helps me be confident but not this godamn confident.