Me and Mr Bad Boy

Unwanted Surprise

"What the fuck is your problem huh?" The guy said.

"You, fucking you are my problem, now get your filthy hands off her" Dylan spat, his words were filled with anger and hatred.

"What you gonna do huh, what you gonna do" the guy said pulling out his pocket knife.

Ok now this got a little too far, he didn't need his pocket knife, I had to stop Dylan because he looked like he was ready to fight.

Without another word Dylan leaped onto him and hit him square in the jaw.
The guy was now on the floor with a bleeding lip. He jumped back up and scraped Dylan's stomach with his knife, ripping his tshirt in the process.

"Oh fuck, now you gonna get it asshole" Dylan screamed leaping onto him and throwing around 10 punches at his face. Dylan got up and we stared at each other for a while, his eyes went dark brown and he gave me an apologetic look probably because he realised that I was crying and my eyes were swelled up. My cheeks were stained with my makeup, my dress was all wrinkly and I won't even begin to describe my hair.

"Let me take you home" Dylan said with a calm voice but his fists were still clenched. I just nodded and followed him out to the car.
I decided not to tell Mel and Laura about this until tomorrow because if I told them then they'll probably insist on going home with me but I didn't want that, I wanted then to enjoy te party.

Dylan led me to the car and I got in without saying a word.
The whole car ride to my house was silent, I was too traumatised to say something and Dylan must have realised my 'not wanting to talk' mood so he didn't try to start a conversation.

When we got in the house, I ran straight upstairs to my room. I needed a nice hot shower.
After my shower I got changed into my oversized  tshirt, that's all I was planning to wear for the night. I tied my wet hair up into a messy bun and proceeded out of the bathroom.

"Aaahhhh, what are you doing here" I squealed at the sight of Dylan sitting on my bed.

"Well isn't that a nice way to thank me" he said with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Uh- sorry" I said looking down at the floor. " I didn't mean it like that" I said feeling a little guilty. "Thanks Dylan" he just gave me a nod at my thanks.

He went to get up but instead he clutched his stomach and he was groaning in pain. "Aaah, damn it hurts"

I quickly ran upto him and say next to him to support him. "Lift your tshirt up" I said, I immediately regretted saying that because I knew he took the wrong meaning, I could tell by the smirk on his face.

"Willingly" he said lifting up his tshirt to reveal a bleeding deep cut wound, it was a pretty deep cut for a pocket knife.

"I'll get the first aid kit" I said gasping at the wound. I quickly got the first aid lot and started to clean up the wound.
"I need to stitch this, is that fine" I asked Dylan.

"Yah, just don't kill me" he said holding back his laughter.

"Yeah yeah" I grabbed the needle an started stitching. I was pretty proud of my work. Doctor parents come in handy after all.

"Thanks Kyls" he said.

"Aha, I should be the one thanking you but your welcome Dyli" I said smirking at my use of names, my mental notes worked.

Yay, it was worth seeing the look on his face.

"I should go now, I need to rest" he said.

"Yeah, I'm a little tired as well"

With that he was off to his room and I leaped onto my bed, my eyes started closing straightaway and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

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