❁Nate❁

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"Aren't you the slut who sleeps with all the boys at school?"

"Truth is, I'm a virgin."

I was talking to a guy named Carter Reynolds and he decides to ask me if i'm the school slut. I told him the truth. Which is that I  am a virgin. By now, practically the whole school was surrounding me and him.

In the corner of my eye, I see my boyfriend. Nate. Walking towards me. He had his jaw clenched. He was pissed.

"Aw the little slut needs her faggot boyfriend beside her 24/7 because she's a clingy ass bitch."

"Really Carter? Just leave my girl the fuck alone. Get a life."

"Make me."

"you bet your ass I will."

Nate let go of me. He lightly pushed me back so I wouldn't get hurt. Nate is so protective. He's so sexy.

Nate takes the first punch.

As they exchange punches, they end up on the floor just fighting. Everyone chanted:
"Fight!"

Carter is now on top throwing multiple punches.

Out of nowhere. Nate's best friends come running. It was Jack Gilinsky and Sammy Wilkinson.

Then Carter's friends had to pry him off of Nate. Then G and Sam grabbed Nate.

The bell rang.

Nate was bleeding everywhere. There were cuts and bruises. G and Sam had to carry Nate to the boys bathroom.

I have absolutely no shame so I followed them in.

Nate took off his shirt. It was bad.

I grabbed some paper towels and soaked them in water. I rang them out then walked over to Nate.

"You really didn't have to do that."

I spoke as I was dabbing his bare chest with the soaked paper towel.

He cringed.

"Anything for you."

I smiled. Once I was done cleaning up Nate. We all exited the bathroom. And went to our class that we were supposed to already be in. I quickly explained why we were remarkably late to class. Our teacher understood.

I helped Nate to every class.

By the end of the school day. I drove him home. I explained what had happened to his parents. They understood where he was coming from. They thanked me for taking care of him. (They loved me.)

I went to Nates room. (Where he was.) we talked and talked. It was crystal clear he was in pain.

It broke my heart.

"Thank you again Nate. It means a lot. I love you."

"Anything for my lil mama. And I love you more."

"Not a chance in the world."

"Well, what about the moon."

I giggled.

I soon enough feel asleep in my savior's arms.

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