So High School

The bar

TW

"Ugh, just shut up!" Taylor shouted, reaching for her bag.
"And where are you going now? Running away from your problems, like you always do!" Travis yelled, his expression hard.
"It's mine of your business where I'm going" Taylor growled, glaring at him before reaching for the door handle.
"It's not like I care anyway" Travis spat, his hands clenched in fists by his side. Without another word Taylor left the house, the front door slamming shut behind her.

Taylor had been at the bar for just over an hour, and she was starting to feel the effects the alcohol was having on her body. She took a sip of water and closed her eyes briefly, trying to ease away some of the nausea. With a couple of deep breaths she opened her eyes, her vision slightly blurring.

Her eyes flickered over to the door where a big group of about six or seven men walked it, obviously already wasted. It was then that Taylor realised she was the only other person in this bar; it was past midnight after all. She started to get a little uncomfortable as the men came and sat next to her. She shuffled away, reaching for her phone. With shaking hands she pulled up Travis's contact, pressing the 'call' icon. Even if they were in the middle of a fight he'd still pick up, he'd still care... Right?

Travis was anxiously pacing around the kitchen, his phone clutched in his hand. It was nearing one am and there was no sign of Taylor; she hadn't even sent him a message, and he was starting to get worried.

Should he call her? But she was mad at him, there was no way she'd pick up. What if it made her more annoyed? But he had to know he was okay, even if he was mad he was still worried.

Just then, as if I'm cue, his phone started buzzing, lighting up with Taylor's contact picture. His finger flew to the answer icon as he held the phone to his ear.

He picked up. Thank god he picked up. The men next to Taylor were eyeing her up and down, and it was making her feel very uncomfortable. She was well aware of the alcohol flowing through her veins as she held the phone to her ear, her voice shaky.
"Travis, can you come and pick me up please" she asked nervously.
"Are you done sulking?" Travis sighed, letting a hint of anger slip through to his voice.
"Trav, there's these men, I'm scared. They're looking at me weirdly, please just come" her voice was thick, and she thought she was about to burst into tears.
Travis's protective instinct immediately kicked in as he jumped up, grabbing his car keys.
"I'm coming, I'm coming baby" he assured her.

He burst through the bar door, his eyes flitting around the room. They eventually landed on a group in the corner, making lots of noise. He could just about see Taylor in the middle, looking incredibly uncomfortable. And that was what set him off.

He stormed over, his hands in fists by his side.
"Hey assholes!" He yelled, and the group spread apart. There his girlfriend was, in the middle with her eyes wide. One man had a hand around her arm and about her had his on her thigh.
"We're just having a bit of fun, chill bro" One of then laughed, leaning towards Taylor.
"It's not 'a bit of fun' when you're making my girlfriend incredibly uncomfortable, is it?" Travis growled, his expression dark and dangerous.

"She likes it though, don't you doll" he moved towards her, smashing his lips into hers and cupping her face with his hands. Taylor tried to pull away but another man held her arms, holding her in place.
"Fuck off!" Travis shouted, grabbing the man and pulling him back. He swung around, aiming his fist straight at his face. The man stumbled back in pain, his hands coming up to hold his nose.

The other men immediately backed off, a couple smirking and laughing.
"Now fuck off, or none of you will be walking out of here alive" Travis snarled, watching as the men scuttled off.

"Tay" Travis gasped, rushing to her side. She was crouched on the floor, tears running down her cheeks. He pulled her into his chest and she gripped his jumper, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed. He rubbed her back gently, offering all the comfort he could.

A/N seeing everyone going trick or treating and to parties is giving me suck bad fomo 😭😭 (I would hate to go to a party but still) I didn't go out because I didn't have anyone to go with but I answered the door and the little kids outfits are so cutee

Also I had plenty of sweets I just stole them out the bowl