Your POV

"If I find you looking at my girl again I'll beat you to a pulp," Patrick's angry voice drifts down the hall. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I shake him off.

"Patrick, I thought we said no more fighting," I complain, staring up at him.

"It's not a fight if I always win". Patrick presses me closer against the lockers, a dark look in his eyes.

"Stop doing that," I struggle to break free from his human-cage but he only smirks. "Patrick, we're in high school now, I thought you were above picking on little kids".

"The only thing I'm above is you, short-stack," he replies, smiling down at me with an amused look-.

"Ugh, you're a jerk". As I try to push past him again, Patrick presses a gentle kiss to my lips. "And I'm not that short," I add as he pulls away.

"Sure, kid".  The wind whips my hair around my face, making it hard to see as we walked. Without realizing it, I find myself staring at the tall boy's face; his beautiful eyes cast on the cement pavement.

"You're really pretty," I blurt out. His eyes snap over to look at me.

"Do you now-" before he can tease me, Belch's car screeches in front of us.

"What you losers doin' on my block?!" Henry Bower's voice calls out from the car. Patrick laughs as Henry hops out and pats him on the shoulder.

"We're just looking for a place to hang out," he replies, running a hand over Belch's car.

"My old man's not home. We could shoot it out in the back yard," Henry suggests. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, "and I snagged these here too".

"Sure. You fine with that, Y/N?"

"Thanks, babygirl". Patrick kisses my nose and the boys jump out, ushering us all out to the backyard.

...

Patrick's hands snake around my waist, pressing me further into his lap.

"He was so drunk he was saying that he 'loved the losers'," Victor says.

"That ain't the truth. I never said that!" Henry yells at the platinum-haired boy, chucking a beer can towards him. We all break out in laughter, before the back door slams open.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Our heads turn towards the voice, only to see it's Henry's father.

"Get behind me, baby," Patrick says, standing up and standing in front of me.

"Who's this?" his father continues, looking right at me.

"She's mine, sir," Patrick says hoarsely.

"Let me see her, boy". Henry's dad holds out his hand, beckoning me forward. My heart thumps in my chest, everyone's worried faces trained on me.

"It's okay, Patrick," I whisper, beginning to walk towards the clearly-drunk older man.

"No fuckin' way". I feel my boyfriend's hand wrap around my own when I reach his side, pulling me closer to his lanky figure. "We'll go but there's no way in hell you're getting any closer to her".

"Look here, boy. You may not be my son, but I'll still beat your sorry ass. Let me have a look at the girl is all I'm askin'". I stare up at Patrick but he remains stubborn.

"You heard me before, old man".

"You little-" before he can finish, Patrick shoves me, telling me to run. The sound of stones and beer bottles hitting flesh ring out. It was sickening. I run as fast as my legs could carry me, praying to the heathens that Patrick would be okay.

When I reach the door of my house, I finally let out a sob I'd been keeping in. That old man was disgusting, and Patrick had put his safety on the line to protect me. I rise from my steps and make my way down them, wiping my teary and puffy eyes as I go.

"Y/N?" Patrick's voice comes from down the street and I turn; he's limping towards me, his lip bust and eye bruised.

"Patrick!" I scream, running towards him, catching him in my arms as he falls. "Oh my god," I whimper, taking in the full beating he'd had.

"You should s-see the other guy," he smiles sadly and I bring him up into the bathroom, standing in between his legs as he sits. "You always take care of me," he points out as I wipe away his blood-caked face.

"I do it because I love you". His eyes stay cast on the floor, but a small smile plays on his lips.

"I'd get beaten up a million times for you," he murmurs, closing his eyes as I tend to a cut on his left brow.

"What about a million and one times?" I joke, smiling at him. He squeezes me between his legs playfully and chuckles.

"I'm afraid I don't love you enough for that". I laugh with him when I suddenly hear the downstairs door open.. my family wasn't due home for a couple days. "Y/N-" I press a finger to his lips and pick up a roll of toilet paper as my weapon. Creeping down the steps quietly, I see the intruder and throw the toilet paper at him/

"Ow! Jesus, I thought you'd be more subtle the day you realized I was a piece of shit!" Henry's voice cries out. I flip on the light, and sure enough, Henry is standing in my kitchen, a bag on his shoulder.

"What the HELL are you doing here, Henry?!"

"Patrick told me to come here.. ya know, to avoid getting beaten up by my dad?" he says. I turn to see Patrick on the staircase.

"What if you're dad comes here?" I begin to tremble, a nervous feeling in my body.

"If he tries to touch you, I'll-" Henry holds up a gun and Patrick jumps in front of me, "I'll shoot him, duh". I nod my head, not able to register anything.

"By the way, where should I set up my bed?" Henry asks, pulling out some sleeping bags and running up to my bedroom.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Henry is gonna be with us this weekend," Patrick whispers in my ear. I look up at him with an annoyed expression and he kisses my cheek, following Henry and yelling back to me, "I call sleeping in bed with you!"