It's been a week since I met Vic, and I've been hanging out with them every day. It's so amazing, I never would have imagined this happening, and yet here I am.

They even started talking about checking out how good of a tattoo artist I was and getting a tattoo from me! Well, Mike and Tony and Jaime were. Not Vic of course, sweet little Vic and his lack of tattoos.

I was beginning to get a lot closer to Vic, and I found myself falling harder and harder for him. I always liked him, but that was when I was a fangirl. Now, as a friend, the feelings were intensifying and becoming more and more difficult to suppress. It's hard to hide a blush, hard to hide a nervous stammer.

I tended to bite my lip a lot to keep from bursting out and saying something stupid. I stumbled over my words a lot, and I was such a clutz. I needed to be put away and confined somewhere because my clumsiness was a hazard for myself and other people. I could fall off a building and accidentally bring everyone else down with me. Or run into a wall and make the person behind me trip. Or...or....you get the idea.

I was walking down the street to meet up with the guys when I felt it-eyes. Someone was watching me, I could tell. I didn't know who, but I had a few guesses. If I was right....oh god I hope not.

I tried to hurry along and pass whoever it was making me feel so uncomfortable, but I had misjudged where the eyes were. I had thought they were behind me, but they were actually in front of me, so when I hurried I just ended up reaching them faster.

They stepped out from an alleyway and surrounded me. "'Ey guys, how about you jus' leave me alone! What d'you want from me?" I said, eyes darting around for a space between them where I could get out. I didn't find one.

I couldn't help but cower in the middle of them, looking up at their grinning faces, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. I started to become really terrified. Last time they had gotten to me they had beaten me pretty hard. Would they finish the job this time?

I took a deep breath to scream, but one of them realized what I was planning and covered my mouth with his rough, broad hands. And then they all had their hands on me, and I struggled in their grip, throwing myself about and trying desperately to escape.

I needed out, and I needed out soon. I was meeting up with the others, maybe they would come looking for me? Please let them come before it's too late.

I felt their hits, but that was okay. I could handle that. What I couldn't handle was the sexual groping and the snide remarks. I was tough, but they outnumbered me.

But I wouldn't give up. I wasn't going to let them off so easily. I got about one hit in for every dozen hits I received, but it was something.

But it wasn't enough, and I heard the sound of a switchblade opening.

Boys, please, please get here soon, please.

It was gonna be too late, god, they were too strong together, and fists versus a knife, I couldn't win without some mad karate skills that I didn't have.

They had ripped my shirt, and their hands held me tightly, keeping me from dodging their hits.

I could see the glint of the blade.

I glared into the man's eyes, waiting to feel the impact of the blade penetrating my skin.

But I didn't feel it. I just saw the man falling backwards, and there was an opening. I scrambled out of the headlock I was in and shoved through them.

But, what had happened? I was in hysterics, and now I heard the sound of yelling and fighting.

I heard the sound of footsteps, and I opened my eyes to see Vic and Mike fighting with the men, and Jaime and Tony were just running in. Jaime grabbed my arm and pulled me away, while Tony went and helped the brothers.

They had gotten to me in time!

I wanted to hug Jaime, but I also wanted to make sure the others were okay. So instead I just leaned into him while I looked over at the fight. Vic was fighting 2 guys, and Mike and Tony were trying to keep the other 2 down. But where was the other?

There were 5, not 4.

I looked over to see the fifth slinking around in the shadows, with something glinting in his hands. He had a crowbar in his hands! And he was going straight for Vic!

I pushed away from Jaime and ran at him, jumping on him and running him into the brick wall of the alleyway, screaming and struggling to get the crowbar from his grip.

Another guy grabbed my hair and pulled me from him, but I managed to get a strong grip on the crowbar and ripped it from his grasp, swinging it around to hit the guy who was pulling me right in the face. I knocked him to the ground and then everyone was silent, looking at me.

The others spoke to each other in Spanish and then ran away, their friend unconscious at my feet. I dropped the crowbar and stumbled away, falling to my knees on the ground and crying.

It was dramatic but I let it slide because of what had happened. My body ached. My head was spinning, my eyes swimming, and I could feel myself falling unconscious.

I felt arms embrace me and someone lifted me.

As I lay my head on their shoulder, I guessed it was Vic cause I felt his strong arms around me and his soft hair tickling my cheek. I tried to stop crying, but I just couldn't.

"Th-thank you guys, thank you. If you hadn't come, I don't know what would've happened" I mumbled, hiccuping and sobbing.

I knew. Nothing good.

"Shhh, it's okay, we've got you. It's okay" Vic said to me, stroking my back with one hand and holding my thighs with his other hand.

They had saved me.