You were quite popular towards boys, it was usual for you to met one person who wanted your number. Fortunatly, no one touched you in an intimate way to not make you uncomfortable. And even with that, Xander, your friend since may years, he was always mocking the other and you for trying to be in a relationship so bad. Xander was the short tempered guy in your friends, he tried to loose his anger issues but he failed, yet, you always calm him down easily.

One day, you were hanging out in the city streets with some friends when you decided to throw your empty soda to the bin as your friends walked away, you'll catch after them. You threw your soda when you felt unfamiliar hands squeezing your hips. You turned around to meet a man who looked drunk, very drunk... His hands went down to your thighs.

"Nice body, huh ? The man smirked as his hand massaged your legs. You frozed, not knowing how to react. You were about to say something to the stranger when you saw the man getting grabbed by the shirt by someone else, your felt your thighs free from the man's hands. You looked up to see Xander, grabbing tightly the man's shirt and pinning him to the wall near by, he looked furious.

"Don't. Touch. Her."