(Not) Your Guardian

7- I Just Wanted To Get Laid

A/N- You guys have wonderful_fangirl to thank for this update, she was the first one to see the opportunity I posted on my message board, so give her some love and thanks! She's been with me from almost the very beginning and I'm so thankful for all her love and support ❤

By the time we had reached the third bar Brendon was mildly buzzed from getting several drinks at the previous bars. I had only gotten one drink per bar so I was still feeling fine. Sadly, that didn't help me any as far as avoiding the crap Brendon had planned for me.

We were sitting at the bar waiting to order our drinks when the bartender set one down in front of me. I gave him a questioning look and he nodded his head at some guy sitting at the other end of the bar. He had short brown hair, pale skin, and a small smile.

I grabbed the drink and raised it in the man's direction as a thank you and took a small sip. I don't know what the drink was, but it was pretty good. I felt Brendon nudge my shoulder.

"Dude, go talk to him."

"I don't want to though."

"For Christ's sake Dallon when's the last time you got laid?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but then stopped and thought. I couldn't remember.

"My point exactly. Now go over there and flirt your ass off with the cutie who bought you a drink. I'm going to be disappointed if you don't take him back to your apartment or go back to his."

"Since when have you wanted to help me in any way, shape, or form?"

"I told you earlier I'm trying to apologize, now go talk to that guy! Shoo, shoo!"

Brendon waved me away with his hands, so I rolled my eyes, grabbed my drink, and approached the brunette sitting quietly and drinking a beer.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked as I reached the empty chair to his right.

"Not at all, please join me." He answered while turning to face me. I slid into the chair and sat my drink down next to me.

"Thanks for the drink. May I ask your name?" I questioned.

"It's no problem, and my name is Ryan. Ryan Ross." He stuck his hand out for me to shake.

His grip was firm, but not so much so that it hurt my hand. I took that moment to study the features of his face now that I was closer to him. They were feminine like, but not so much that he looked like a girl. They were just very soft and delicate. His skin was almost flawless, the only thing obscuring it was the little bit of stubble along his jaw and cheeks.

Long story short, he was very attractive.

"I'm Dallon Weekes," I responded. He nodded his head, took another sip of his beer, before getting straight to the point.

"Well Dallon, I'm a very straight forward person so I'm just going to lay all my cards out on the table, so to speak. I came out tonight to find an attractive man to take home with me tonight, and you're the only person to catch my eye. So the question is, do you want to come back to my place or do I need to keep searching? But I really hope you do say yes."

He hand is hands folded in a business like manor. He was right, he is very straightforward and I really like that.

No bullshit, just straight to the point.

"I suppose I could go with you tonight, I don't have much else to do," I answered trying to remain casual.

He grinned and threw some money down on the bar by his now empty beer bottle before standing up and grabbing his brown leather jacket off the back of his chair. He lead the way out of the crowded bar, Brendon gave me a thumbs up and a big grin as I passed. I just shook my head at him and continued out of the bar.

"My apartment isn't very far from here, we can just walk," Ryan said as he began walking the way opposite of my apartment complex.

The night was kind of cool and there was a slight breeze blowing. Ryan and I made small talk on the short walk to his place, which thankfully wasn't very awkward.

When we reached the building we took the stairs instead of the elevator since he was only on the second floor. When we reached his room he unlocked the door and led me inside. I was shocked. The room was completely empty except for a few people.

The same people who Brendon had beat me up last time.

I immediately turned to leave, but before I could make a move Ryan swung a metal pole at my head that had been resting behind the door. I heard it collide with my head before I felt it. The hit was so hard I fell to the ground, my vision was blurred, and there was a ringing in my ears. I could feel blood trickle down the back of my head.

I heard the sounds of laughter, people congratulating Ryan on his hit, and footsteps coming closer to me. I tried to pull myself back to my feet to fight them off, but I could barely move without my head swimming.

I felt someone grab the back of my shirt and haul me up to my feet. I tried to make my eyes focus, but it was no good. Everyone's faces were blurred.

"Not so tough now are you?" someone questioned.

I didn't answer.

"This is what you get for ditching Brendon." The same person said.

"You mean like how you assholes ditch him all the time when he gets in trouble at clubs?" I croaked out. I heard someone huff in anger and then I felt a sharp blow hit my stomach.

More followed, hitting all over my body. When the person holding me up released my shirt I fell to the ground, unable to hold myself up. The hits didn't stop. They kept kicking me and I'm pretty sure I was hit with the pipe a few more times before I heard the door of the apartment squeak open and then someone yelling for the men to stop hitting me.

Brendon.

"What the hell you guys?! I told you to rough him up, not fucking kill him!" They all started arguing and shouting at each other. I tried several times to speak, but they didn't hear me. So finally I mustered up enough strength to yell.

"Hey!"

They all went silent and turned to face me. I raised one arm slightly and extended my middle finger.

"Fuck you guys." I said.

Everything went black, and my head fell back against the floor.