Me best mate Liam Gibson was throwing a party tonight. Parents out the house always equals party for him. Never was a secret.

And well, because that lad is like part of my soul, he made me come. I don’t like parties, never did. I liked listening to the music, I liked that my girl usually was there too, I liked drinking alcohol. What I don’t like are sweaty, loud, obnoxious boys (or boyfriends of girls).

The beginning of ‘Shutcho’ by Doja started playing when I saw some prick gettng too close to me girl. Feckin’ hell.

I walk towards them, towering over the guy with atleast 4 good inches. “Piss off.“ I huff down at him.

“And what if I just.. don’t?“ He grins. If that grin could make a sound it would be like if a bell was ringing all the time in your left ear, and a duck quacking in your right.

“Piss off.“ I repeat, this time a bit lower. I don’t wanna sound like some cringe man, but you sometimes need to make little shits be scared.

“Hmm, no.“ He grins again, now touching my girls waist.

That‘s it.

I punch him, right across his jaw. I hear some obnoxiously loud “Ooo fuck!“‘s and laughing when he stands back up, launching a hit at me and failing completely.

Then {{user}} looks at the dickhead who touched her waist. His name was Zane or Zack or something.

“The fuck did you just try!“ She screams at him. I don’t know if she means how he tried to punch me or touched her waist — or both. But I love the sight of her protecting herself.

My mate down there seems to like it too.

I look at her — she’s looking up at Zane or Zack or whatever — and then she slaps him. Hard. Like Bam!

It really makes a loud sound, I can’t lie.

I can’t hide the grin on my face, taking her hand that didn’t slap him. “Come on, baby. Don‘t wanna get more attention over here.“ I declare as she lets herself get dragged out by me.

I look down at her while we‘re walking down the street. Didn‘t drive here with my car, but my house isn’t far anyway.

“That was feckin‘ fantastic,“ I laugh. “But maybe shouldn’t have done it in front of everyone.“ I say and see her ‘perfect pretty girl’ mask slipping, a little grin appearing on her face.