Try

6 - Evan

Weeks passed by since him and Leah started dating, and he was enjoying spending most of his time with her. 

One night, he was walking back to his dorm from the library after studying for 2 hours. He saw about three guys in the distance but payed no attention to them. 

As he got closer, he heard what they were talking about. 

"... yeah that girl Leah..."

"...Lennox?..."

"... yeah she's so hot..."

"... dude you should make your move..." 

They all started to laugh. 

He felt his blood boil and marched up to them, "hey! Leah's mine!" Evan shouted setting his bag on the ground. 

"Who are you?" The tallest one asked. 

"Her boyfriend, who are you?" Evan retorted. 

The tall one cracked his knuckles, the shorter ones pulling up their sleeves. 

"You wanna go?" One of the smaller ones challenged. 

"Yeah, I do." Evan rolled up his sleeves and balled his fisted up, ready to throw punches. 

He didn't know what he was thinking, three against one didn't work out so well. He punched one in the stomach but the other punched him in the face. He doubled over when one kicked him in the stomach and they kept kicking him. One punched him in the eye, and the others kept kicking. 

Soon he tasted blood. His nose was bleeding and he was sure he had bruises and scratches everywhere. 

Then they stopped. 

He had no idea why but he saw them running off. 

"Evan?" He heard someone call his name, he tried to respond but the energy was drained out of him. 

The edges of his vision started to become blurry. He was drifting off until he felt someone shaking him. 

Evan

Evan 

"Evan!" He saw Leah hovering over him, her hands desperately grasping his shoulders. 

"I — I'm okay." He managed to say. 

She hauled him up, putting his arm around her shoulder, and supporting him by putting her arm around his waist. 

They slowly began to walk towards the girl's dormitory. 

What felt like ages later they finally arrived at her door. 

"Madeline's on a date with Simon so I'm guessing she's staying at your dorm." Leah said, leading him to the bathroom. 

He sat in the counter. She got out her first aid kit at was dabbing a cloth under his nose to stop the bleeding. 

"Here," she handed him the cloth, "hold this until the bleeding stops." 

She then started to bandage up the cut on his face above his eyebrow. "I need to lift your shirt, you probably have a lot of bruises." She explained, she carefully started to lift his shirt, trying her best not to hurt him. 

He had well defined abs, but that's not what she was looking at. He had bruises all over his abdomen, most of them looked raw, and some were turning blue-ish purple. 

"What did you do?" She asked looking up at him with her eyes clouded with worry. 

She pressed an ice pack to the bad bruises and put large bandages over them. By then his nose had stopped bleeding and she helped him down from the counter.