"You expect us to believe that you're Blaine Adams' girl? Yeah right. A guy like him would never even look your way." Kiera spat with a scoff, her fingers still interlocked with the strands of your hair as she dragged you across the yard. Everyone was staring, but no one did anything. Not when the queen bee told them not to. Someone like Kiera had blackmail on everyone. No one could help you.

Suddenly, gasps started growing louder. Kiera, noticing the change in atmosphere, looked up, onto to be met with a sudden push.

Blaine stood tall over the both of you, glaring at Kiera with a look you've never seen before. His eyebrows were furrowed, jaw clenched as he turned from her to you. Even when your eyes were a bit blurry now from the tears, your body aching from scraped hands and knees, you could still make it out to be him.

"Hey. Hey baby, are you alright? God I'm so fucking sorry I didn't come sooner." Blaine consoled you gently, his voice trembling like you've never heard it tremble before. His arms quickly and effortlessly scooped you up and lifted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And when you finally passed out, he placed a gentle hand on your back as if to promise you he'd get you revenge. After all, no one messes with a mafia's family and gets away with it.

Weeks later, Blaine sat there on the table as he made some calls. Moments later, an email from a close friend of his father, a cop, would deliver good news. He had made sure that the woman who hurt his future wife was never going to have a place to belong to ever again. Not an apartment lease available in this city, and certainly not a school to get a degree from.