The Bad Boy Likes Me?

Chapter 6 (Part 2): Honestly, I looked worse than the joker.

Scared wasn't even close to how I was feeling.

I was absolutely terrified of this guy who had a really strong hold on me, not allowing me to move away.

I felt so helpless. My face and right arm were being squeezed so tight by his clammy hands, I wouldn't be surprised if bruises were formed. As my attempt to move didn't seem to help, my hands went to his arms instead but unfortunately my strength proved useless. I didn't want my first kiss to be like this. Forced, and by a stranger.

A really drunk stranger.

My eyes were prickling with moisture and even though I tried so hard to hold them back, I felt a stray tear travel down my cheek.

He was so close now that I could smell the alcohol off his breath and I felt disgusted. I held my breath and refused to make eye contact, which seemed to anger him as he gripped my face even tighter moving my head around to look at him. His face was sporting a creepy lopsided grin and I let out a sob, my tears now flowing freely.

This was really going to happen.

"Shh it's gonna be okay. Just look at me sweet cheeks,"

"No, you look at me dickhead."

Nixon.

The guy whipped his head around to look behind, surprisingly fast for a drunk person and I let out a deep breath of relief as the tight grips on me were loosened.

I could have easily gotten out of his hold and moved away but I was stuck frozen in my place. I slowly moved my eyes towards Nixon who was glaring at the guy who was still touching me, looking livid. His chocolate eyes now looked almost black and his jaw was tensed so hard I was afraid he'd break his teeth. This was nothing in comparison to his anger yesterday. I almost felt scared for the drunk dude.

Almost.

The silence was broken by a nervous laughter.

"No fair Ford I saw her first,"

Before I even had time to blink the guy was pulled roughly from me, making me tumble forward in surprise. Nixon punched him square in the jaw repeatedly and I audibly gasped putting both hands over my mouth in shock.

Within seconds he fell to the floor, blood covering his entire face and dripping out from his mouth. This gave Nixon the opportunity to kick him in the stomach, even though he was unconscious. The sight of him on the floor scared me which made me sob even louder. Nixon was out of control.

I wanted him to stop.

"Stop! Nixon stop it! You're going to kill him!" My voice sounded like a muffled mess from my sobbing.

From my blurred teary vision it looked like a huge crowd had formed by the kitchen door. He seemed oblivious about my shouting and carried on. All of a sudden Ethan pushed his way through the front of the crowd and made his way towards Nixon.

"Dude! Calm down! He's out cold leave him!" He shouted, placing his arms around him from behind and dragging him back.

He put up a little fight with Ethan but allowed him to pull backwards, stopping the fight. Ethan didn't let go of Nixon and instead held him securely whispering something into his ear. After what seemed like hours Nixon let out a deep breath and his body visibly relaxed, despite his fists still being clenched and face tense.