connor- protective 'boyfriend'??

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"I can't believe you're making me do this." You groan, trying to pull down the hem of your short dress as Connor dragged you to the bar at the crowded club. "Get her the strongest thing you got." He says to the bartender before turning back to you. "You need to let loose. You've been hung up on this break up for weeks." He says, causing you to roll your eyes. "I'm perfectly fine." You lie, just wishing you were home. "You're not fine, Y/N and it's scaring me." He admits, handing you the drink he'd ordered for you. "I promise I am. Lets party!!" You cheer, pulling him to the dance floor. --

After a few songs you and Connor had fist pumped and twerked through, you became thirsty. "I'll be back!" You yell to him over the music. He nods before continuing his dance moves. "Can I get whatever you gave me either?" You ask, leaning against the bar, waiting. You look to you side to see a guy with short black hair already staring at you. "Hello pretty lady." He smiles, causing you to blush. This being the first guy, other than Connor, to compliment you in weeks. "Hi." You smile back, as he scooted closer. "What's your name?" "Y/N. What's yours?" "Brent." He grins, putting his hand out for you to shake. You grab his hand, slowly shaking it, not breaking eye contact with him. "Did you come alone?" He asks, still staring into your eyes. "N-no. I came with a friend." "Where is she?" "He is- I don't know where he went." You laugh, not seeing Connor where you'd seen him last. "Well maybe-" "Y/N." You hear a familiar voice behind you, as Connor appeared next to you. "Who's this?" Brent asked, looking Connor up and down. "This is my-" "Boyfriend." Connor cuts you off as he wrapped a protective arm around you. "I thought you said you were with a friend." Brent asked, confused. He wasn't the only one. "Well she lied so get lost." Connor answered for you, very harshly in fact. You watched as Brent scrambled to his feet and disappeared into the crowd. "What-" "Let's leave yeah?" He suggests, grabbing your hand.

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