Calum:
"Come on." He giggled and reached out for your hand, the cigarette resting in his other one. "Kiss me." You shook your head no to his request and leaned your head against the cold brick wall, the buzz from the alcohol served in the bar lingering in your veins. You could feel your eyes dazed, your head spinning but this was also your first experience so it was quite a surprise. "You smell like my grandpa in his living room." You gestured towards the smoke clouding out from his parted lips and he giggled slightly and threw the stub to the ground. "See." He raised his hands in the air and blew out the last amount of smoke. "Cigarette free." "Yeah right." You giggled but didn't reject him when he placed his hands around your hips and moved his lips close to yours. "Hood!" Someone screeched from behind and smacked the exit door to the club open. Calum's eyes widened the second he turned around and pressed his back against your chest in protection, his mouth pursing and his eyes wide. "We agreed it this morning. You stay away from everything that has something to do with me as long as she is around." Calum looked down at you with sympathetically eyes to try reassure that nothing was going to happen but he didn't convince you. "Yes I do remember. Change in the plans though." The male commented and forced his fist against Calum, blood floating from his nose and a groan coming from him. "That was for your friend Michael lying to me about where the drugs are." He explained and looked at you before giving you a slap in the cheek. "And that is for you trying to cover up." "Hey." Calum exclaimed angrily and grasped the guy by the throat. "I said she stays out of this and when I say that I fucking mean it. Don't get near her and don't you dare ever lay a hand on her okay? Don't fucking touch her!" Even if he was supposed to be scared he couldn't be when you were around and he shoved the guy to the ground and gave him the exact same harsh punch he had given him. When the male seemed to be unconscious Calum hurried towards your form as you had rushed down from the wall and sat on the ground. "Does it hurt?" He tried to remove your hand from your burning cheek and you nodded your head. "I swear I'm gonna fucking kill him." Cal muttered and looked over his shoulder with gritted teeth but a small smile came to his face when you touched his cheek lightly. "I'm okay." You breathed with a very small smile. "Good." He commented and helped you up from the ground. "Because we need to leave before he wakes up. And I need to take a serious look on your cheek because it looks like it's gonna bruise." He muttered quietly and not caring the slightest about his own injury.
Michael:
Opening your locker with a tired face and a yawn escaping your mouth you scratched your eyes tiredly and switched out a few books. The morning had been boring, starting out with chemistry, something you weren't even fond of, but who were these days? You knew you were late for the next class but you didn't bother, you needed to get these books switched so you wouldn't have to carry them all in your bag without any reason to it. "You see what your boyfriend did to me!?" Your eyes widened the second you heard the sound of Aiden storming towards you with anger in his eyes, his nose leaking with blood. Your lips parted in shock as a gasp pressed through your mouth the second you were pressed against the lockers harshly. "If he did that to you, you most probably deserved it." You said through gritted teeth but whimpered when he pressed you harder against the lockers, clearly forming small bruises on your shoulders. "Now is not a time for jokes Y/L/N because you know what? I'm angry and not just the typical angry. I'm tasting revenge and you have a part in that." He breathed against your neck but was ripped away from you before he could do anything. "Revenge? That sounds exciting." Michael commented in a chuckle and turned Aiden around, smacking him against the locker next to you. "But the thing here is if you want to get to me by using her? You're doing it wrong. You see, revenge is a form of justice. But if you use her against me? Revenge will be your death." Michael seemed to enjoy this while holding Aiden by his shirt, almost lifting him up from the floor. "So I'm only gonna say this one time, Persson. Don't fucking touch her." Aiden nodded his head agreeing while wiggling in the air, Michael now lifting him up with ease and having a smirk on his face. "Great we had this conversation then." He chuckled and let go of Aiden. But before he could even catch a breath Michael knocked his head against the door to your opened locker and let him fall to the ground unconscious. "What a morning huh? Twice I've had to beat the shit out of this idiot and I still haven't had breakfast." He smiled softy at your reaction while you were somehow still pressed against the lockers shocked. "Morning gorgeous." He smiled and dried off his knuckles in his black pants before pulling you into his chest, embracing you in his warmth. "I honestly knew he would come after you the second I threw him that punch in the nose. But you gotta admit. It was a pretty good one, wasn't it?" He stated while swinging you around, pressed his lips against your forehead and looked down at you lovingly. You rolled your eyes by his confident attitude but pressed yourself closer to his chest, his heartbeat loud and clear and showing that no matter what you were always most protected by his side.
