Small town, Big city✔️

A diamond, a thief and a boxer

Dwayne and I talked a little more after Scott left. He was mad, but I have no idea what for. 

"I'm really not hungry." he said. "You really shouldn't let him treat you like that though." Dwayne continued.

"Treat me like what?" I asked. 

He looked down at the floor, "You let him treat you like just another girl." he said. "I was at the race Mavy, I was here when he left you Mavy." he held my hand.

"Mav, you see your boyfriend around anywhere?" Fonzo said entering the room.

 "I think he went to his room. Why? What's going on?" I answered.

 "We're just going to hang out, even though he's not going anywhere, Marcy wants him to go." he said plopping down on he couch next to Dwayne.

 "Anybody find him?" Marcy yelled.

 "Check his room!" Fonzo said with a booming voice.

 "Why isn't he going anywhere?" Dwayne asked. "Well, would you leave a diamond with a theif?" he asked.

 "That's crazy. I would never do that." Dwayne clambered. 

"Neither would he." Fonzo said. "Chica de buenas noches." Fonzo said kissing me on the cheek before he left. "Buenos vamos a ir." I heard him yell.

 Then they all left, "See ya later Mav." Marcy said shutting the door behind her.

"I really want you to be safe and taken care of Mavy." Dwayne said to me, his tone was really serious.

 "I know you're concerned about me, but I can handle myself." I said. I stood up and left the room.

 "Mavy, come back. When Alfonzo was talking about why Scott wasn't leaving, what did he man about a diamond and a thief?" Dwyane asked. I kept walking Dwayne was on my heels, he grabbed my arm.

 "Tell me?" he demanded. We were now in the kitchen, right next to Scott's room.

 "It was perfectly clear." I said.

 "Stop playing around, and tell me." he yelled. Everyone was gone, the boys were at a some friends and everyone else was gone.

 "Would you leave a diamond with a theif?"

 "Who said that!" Dwyane yelled, "Stop playing with me babe."

 "I never leave a diamond with a thief, never." Scott said. He kissed me on the cheek.

 "Leaving a diamond with a thief is like letting them steal it, but you see how long it will take." Scott walked toward Dwayne angrily.

 "Now let her go." Scott said. Dwyane dropped my now burning wrist, his grip was tight and it left a large red mark around my wrist.

Scott turned around ad attended to my wrist. "You okay, small town?" he said looking at my wrist.

 "I'm fine, thanks." I told him. His expression was full of rage and anger. 

"I'm out of here Mavy." Dwyane said.

 "Get your ass back here." Scott's tone scared me, his deep soft voice became stern and harsh, it was full of anger and rage.

 Dwyane spun around, "What did you tell me?" 

"I don't like repeating myself." Scott retorted.

 "Why not there would only be two hits. Me hitting you and you hitting the floor." Dwayne laughed. "I'm really not trying to into this with you man." Scot said. 

"Why not, coward?"

 "I'm no coward, I just don't wanna kill you. Then your shit parents would try to sue me and I'm really not looking for another strike on my record." Scott hissed. "But I'll make an acception."

He grabbed Dwayne and began hitting him in the face and body. Dwayne struggled to fight back.

 "You're going to kill him!" I cried.

 Scott threw Dwayne to the ground, "Fight back!" he yelled.

 Dwayne's face was covered in his own blood, "I can't see." he murmured.

 "You're pathetic." Scott spit at him. 

I helped Dwyane up, "You need to get out of here." I said to him. 

"I can't believe you're sticking with that guy." Dwayne said. 

"He just beat me up and you're going to stay with him?"

 "Yes, I am. He's not what you think. He's not like you, he fights for what he wants." I said to him angry at his comments. I was enraged, almost as Scott but probably not. 

"He left you." Dwayne said stepping outside.

 "He came back." I slammed the door in his face.

I returned to the interior of the house. Scott was at the sink washing his bloody hands. 

"Hey, are you okay?" I hugged him from behind. I could feel his breathing slow down and his heart beat normally. "I feel really bad about that." I said.

 "It's not your fault, he's like that." Scott said. "But now we gotta get his blood off the floor." He turned around. He grabbed a bucket, and I grabbed some rags. We mopped the floor six times before the blood was no longer noticeable.

We sat in his room on the bed, I laid my head against his chest feeling his heart beat in sync with mine, "I'm still really sorry." I said taking his large hand in mine. 

I ran my thumb along his blood dried nuckles, "I said it was okay. I don't get why you're so worried about me all the time." he said.

 I nearly cried, "I CARE about you, dammit. I love you! I love you, even when you're a complete ass. I loved you when you were gone, Scott." He smashed his lips into mine. He over powered my sudden burst of anger with his passion. He slowly slid my body underneath his, he was hovering over me holding my body to his. He slowly moved his hands down to the small of my back.

 I rolled over on him, "Fine, be on top." he laughed.

He moved his hand under my shirt, every pore was set a flame when he corresed my skin. He moved down from kissing my lips to my neck, his lips delicately delivered sweet warm kisses to my body. I move my hands from around his neck across his chiseled chest, I felt every muscle on his gorgeous body. I barely noticed that he was pulling my shirt off. I let him. I let out a slight moan. His barrage of untamed kisses stopped, he stared deep into my eyes.

 "We won't do anything if you're not up to it okay?" he said. I kissed him, hard, nibbling slightly on his bottom lip. 

"I think I could handle it." I said to him.

*one hour later*

"That was the best ever." he said running his fingers through my hair. 

"Yeah." I said, trying not to show how physically drained I was.

 "Are you okay?" he asked. 

"I'm fine." I smiled. 

"No you're not." he said. 

"I know, I can't feel my legs." I said trying to roll over. 

"Come here." he said picking me up. He carried me to the bathroom, "We need a shower, and the hot water will be good for you." he said starting the shower.

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After the shower, I actually felt my legs. 

We laid on his bed until, "We're back." Marcy said entering the door. 

"Looks like our silence is gone." Scott kissed my ear. 

"Well, we can't just hide here." I said. 

"Yes we can." he whispered. So we hid, until the next morning.