Lance was holding Shawn against the wall by his collar.

Shawn's nose was bleeding and he was gasping for air.

Lance kept throwing punch after punch and Shawn wasn't fighting back.

I looked around to see if anyone had noticed and sure enough there was an old man at the front desk who held the phone to his ear and was speaking urgently while staring at Shawn and Lance.

"STOP! Lance, stop it!" I dropped my bags by the elevator and ran over to them.

I pulled on Lance's arm, as I tried to get him away from Shawn.

"Lance?" Shawn looked at me with sad eyes.

   "The one you told had a thing with over the summer?"

"Yeah, that's right." Lance laughed at Shawn.

  "I also spent the night with Clover, didn't she tell you?"

Shawn's eyes immediately snapped back to Lance's.

  "You're a liar! Stay away from my girlfriend!"

Shawn pushed Lance off of him and onto the ground.

  He got on top of him and punched him over and over again.

"SHAWN, STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I tugged on the back of his shirt, but he wouldn't stop.

Security came running into the lobby and I was getting worried they would never come.

  They pulled Shawn off of Lance and he struggled in their grasp.

  They also had to hold back Lance, that was glaring daggers at Shawn.

"What's going on here?" The person in charge asked in a gruff voice.

"He attacked me!" Shawn yelled.

"I have my reasons and you know that." Lance shot back.

"You slept with my girlfriend!"

"She wanted me to!"

Everything went quiet.

"Take him away." The man in charge told the ones who are holding Lance.

"And as for you," He turned to Shawn.

"We'll be letting your management know and they'll deal with you later."

The ones who were holding Shawn let go and they all walk away.

"I think we both have some explaining to do, huh?" Shawn gave me a half smile and winced in pain.

"You pick the most horrible times to joke around." I chuckle lightly.

"Give me a minute."

I walked over to the old man at the front desk.

"Excuse me, I locked myself out of my hotel room. Do you have a spare key? Room 209."

"Yes, madam." He reached inside of a drawer and handed me a key.

"Thank you."

I walked over to Shawn.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Written by themuffinbenito