I quickly type in the location of y/n's home into my vehicles gps that her so called 'friends' had given to me. I don't understand how any friend can stand by and watch their person get into a physical altercation. I acknowledge that in this case y/n had the upper hand and wasn't exactly getting beat up, she was hurting someone else. I don't know the full story so I won't make any assumptions or judgments but I'm angry to say the least.

She's better than this, I know it. I don't know where her better judgement was tonight, it was certainly lost. I would think a person like her would know better than to attend a frat party, especially with school just recently starting. If any staff finds out that she attended this party or even participated in a fight then she could face some incredibly serious consequences, I don't want that.

I glance in the direction of y/n and see that her heads leaning against the window and her eyes are closed. I remember reading somewhere that no one for any reason should go to sleep right after an injury.

I immediately shake her "Y/n! you can't go to sleep, not now." I say sternly.

She slowly opens her eyes and winces in pain. I then realize I'm touching her ribs, she must have gotten injured in that spot.

I remove my hand "Sorry, just don't go to sleep okay? We're almost there." I say softly.

She nods and readjusts herself so that she's sitting properly in the passengers seat.

I continue driving until my car says 'arrived'. I look up and notice that she lives in a very luxurious apartment complex. I couldn't live here even if I worked for the rest of my life. Hell I couldn't live here if I combined my earnings with Colin's earnings and together we make a lot.

I park my car a few feet away from the entrance so that the doorman doesn't see us and so that the valet parking service man doesn't see me and would want to park my car for me.

I look over at y/n and see that her white shirt is covered in blood and so is her face and knuckles. There's no way we're getting in unnoticed. I can't have them calling the police that'll make matters completely worse.

Y/n unbuckles her seatbelt and starts getting up. I quickly sit her back down earning a small grunt. She looks at me confused.

"Look at you, you look like you just killed someone." I say bitterly.

She clears her throat "Did I?" She asks.

I shake my head disapprovingly "We'll talk about that later. I can't have you going inside looking like that." I say while gesturing towards her blood splattered shirt.

She looks down and realizes how much of a mess she's in. She looks at me with wide eyes.

"Did I actually kill him?" She asks nervously.

I smile softly "No, aubrey's dealing with him. I'm sure he's in the same condition you are." I say reassuringly.

Honestly I have no idea how that other boy is currently doing and frankly I don't care. I hate what he did to y/n. All I know is that Aubrey is going to do her best to keep him quiet. I don't care how she does it but I know she can be very convincing.

I point at her shirt "That shirt is a problem." I say.

I look towards my back seats to see if I have any other pieces of clothing so that it can go over her bloody shirt. I notice a grey zip up hoodie that says 'I heart N.Y'. I was born and raised in New York so of course I have that. It's my work out hoodie, giving it to y/n won't hurt. I grab it and glance back at y/n.

She has completely caught me off guard. I realize that her shirt is entirely off leaving her only in her bra. I catch myself staring at her very toned abs, she definitely works out. You can visually see the strength in her arms. I am brought out of my trance when I hear y/n clear her throat. I look up and see her smirking tauntingly at me. I feel my cheeks heat up, I quickly disguise it by looking at her disapprovingly.

She shrugs "What? You said the shirt was a problem. Problem solved." She says teasingly as she holds up her bloody shirt.

I smile lightly as I grab her bloody shirt throwing it to the back and trading it with my zip up hoodie.

Y/n holds up my hoodie and laughs "Scarlett this is far too small." She says.

I scoff "It will fit." I say sternly.

She smiles "No, it really won't." She says.

I grab the hoodie and unzip it while gently grabbing her arm and putting it through one of the arm holes. I notice that the hoodie is basically skin tight on her arm making her muscles pop out.

"I told you, It. Won't. Fit." She teases.

"And I told you it will, now give me your other arm." I say demandingly.

She listens and gives me her other arm and I accidentally pull a little too hard causing her to wince In pain.

I look at her apologetically "I told you it would fit." I say happily.

She scoffs "I haven't zipped it up, unless you want me to walk inside shirtless?" She says.

I shake my head "I'll help." I say as I grab her zipper sliding it up slowly while accidentally grazing her skin with my fingers.

After finally pulling the zipper all the way up I smile as I see that the hoodie looks three sizes too small on her. It's certainly better than a bloody shirt. I grab the hood and pull it over her head.

She coughs "Thanks Scarlett" she says softly.

I smile "We better get you inside." I say.

She laughs but quickly puts her hand over her stomach "Don't make me laugh, it hurts." She says in between small laughs.

I laugh "What did I even say?" I ask. I have no clue what I said that was remotely funny.

She smiles "We better get you inside." She says while raising her eyebrows and mocking me.

How is that funny? Oh. I slap her shoulder realizing what she thought.

"You're a child." I say.

She smiles and looks at me "I'm certainly wearing kid sized clothing." She says.

I gasp "I don't wear children's clothing." I say.

She laughs tauntingly while gesturing towards the hoodie that fits her very tightly.

I scoff "Put these on." I say while handing her a pair of my sunglasses. I noticed that her face looks very bruised and bloody. Sunglasses might help. She takes them and puts them on while smiling.

"Do I look like Scarlett Johansson now?" She asks.

I laugh "You wish." I say while getting out my car.

Y/n and I walk all the way to the entrance together side by side. It took y/n a while to get out of her seat but she managed, I might of helped a little.

"Good evening ladies." The doorman says happily as he sees us walking towards him.

"Nice to see you Thomas." Y/n says as she walks inside. The man's smile grows wider as he sees y/n give him a bit of attention.

I see y/n clutch the side of her ribs clearly in pain. I quickly grab her by the waist supporting her side. She looks down at me confused.

"Let's go before people ask any questions" I say.

She smiles and nods.

As we step foot in the elevator I see that there are a bunch of floors and one titled 'penthouse'.

"Which one?" I ask.

"The very top one." She says as she leans against the wall.

I quickly press the one titled 'penthouse' and wait.

The elevator finally dings indicating that we have arrived to her floor. The elevator door opens revealing a small entrance with a door. I help y/n walk up to the door, she takes a key out of her pocket opening the door.

This is a fucking mansion. Her home is incredibly huge with a beautiful view of the entire city. It's late and I feel like I'm pretty much touching the stars. Focus Scarlett, focus. I slowly help y/n sit down on her couch trying to minimize the pain she's in.

She coughs "Thank You." She says as she settles herself to lie down and go to sleep.

I sigh and grab her, sitting her back up "I told you that you're not going to sleep, not yet." I say demandingly.

She sighs and nods "I'm just going to close my eyes Scar." She says softly.

I shake my head "No, that's going to make you more tired." I say.

She opens her eyes and attempts to get up while wincing in pain.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask concerned.

She smiles "As much as I love your hoodie, it's incredibly tight." She says as she gets up.

I quickly stand up and help her balance by supporting her side.

"Scarlett I got this, it's okay." She says sincerely while looking into my eyes.

I sigh "Are you sure?" I ask unconvinced.

She nods causing me to let go and sit back down as she walks away.

A couple seconds later I hear things fall onto the ground alarming me. I get up and run towards the ruckus only to see y/n leaning against a wall.

"I guess I was wrong, I don't got this." She says in between breaths.

I grab her arm helping her "You should listen to me more often y/l/n." I say sternly.

She laughs "Yeah, I think I will." She says as she continues to walk forwards while holding onto me.

After walking a couple steps we've made it to what I assume is her bedroom and my god is it ethereal. It's incredible, no wonder she's so charming and charismatic all the time, she has the worlds nicest bedroom, and bed. As if it couldn't get any better she has a damn patio that has the most beautiful view ever.

I hear something unzip and I glance over at y/n seeing her take off my hoodie. Only now in the light I can see terrible bruising across the right side of her ribs. She puts the hoodie and sunglasses down on her bed while taking a seat.

"Scarlett can you please do me a favor." She asks nervously.

I smile "What do you think I've been doing this whole godamn time?" I tease.

She smiles weakly at me "Can you please hand me a shirt?" She asks.

I nod and walk over to her huge open closet, only to realize that she only has a few pieces of clothing. I skim through and find a nice black long sleeve shirt. I grab it and walk back over to y/n.

As she attempts to grab it out of my grasp I shake my head "I'm not giving you this until you let me help that." I say while gesturing to her bruises.

She looks over her body and shakes her head "You've done too much for me Scar, I can't take advantage." She says.

I smile "After all I've done, let me do this one more thing." I ask.

She sighs and slowly nods while smiling "How do you expect to help this?" She asks while gesturing towards herself.

I smile "Do you have any ice and rubbing alcohol?" I ask.

She nods and gets up slowly walking toward her kitchen opening her fridge taking out a huge bag of ice and handing it to me. She then opens her fridge taking out a bottle of whiskey. I look at her disapprovingly.

She smirks "This is the only type of alcohol I have in my house." She teases. Oh she definitely won't be teasing me after I'm done with her.

I grab the whiskey out of her grasp and point to the couch for her to sit. She listen and walks over to the couch sitting on it.

I place the things on her coffee table while sitting alongside y/n's right side so I can assess her bruising. It's incredibly purple and red. It really doesn't look good and I don't understand how y/n can even stand.

I grab the ice pack "This is going to hurt." I say assuring her that it won't be a walk in the park.

She nods "I deserve it." She says as she gets ready.

I hesitantly move forward placing the ice directly on her bruises. She swings her head back looking at the ceiling while closing her eyes shut in pain. I see a couple veins popping out of her neck indicating that she's in a lot of pain. I can't handle this. I quickly remove the ice pack from her ribs. Y/n groans in pain and breathes raggedly.

"Keep going." She says breathlessly.

I look at her concerned over her well being.

"Keep going Scarlett." She says in a demanding voice I've never quite heard before. I'm not usually one to like that sort of tone but that did something. Not right now come on.

I listen and place the bag of ice back on her ribs. She shuts her eyes and grabs my arm gently pushing it harder so the ice bag pressed against her more firmly. Her hand is soft and warm against mine and her fingers overlap mine by a long shot.

After a couple minutes "Thank you Scarlett." She says as she opens her eyes and removes her hand from mine.

I remove the ice bag and place it back onto the coffee table, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and some tissues. I open the bottle and poor some alcohol on the tissues.

As I'm about to place the tissue on y/n's face to disinfect her small cuts she grabs my wrist stopping me.

She looks at my wrist rubbing it softly with her thumb. She then looks back at me into my eyes and down to my lips. She uses her other hand and places her palm softly along my cheek removing a strand of my hair and placing it behind my ear.

She slowly leans in "What would I do without you?" She whispers.

I glance down at her lips and back up only to see that she hasn't lost eye contact with me. All my better judgement out the window, I lean in.

As I close the space between us I am met with her soft lips that fit perfectly with mine, they taste a bit like alcohol but that doesn't bother me. I drop the tissue and place my hand on her cheek. We move perfectly in rhythm, I slide my tongue against her lips requesting access but am denied. I softly place my free hand on her bruised ribs earning a small groan, I quickly take advantage and enter taking control.

Things rapidly escalate getting more fast paced and heated. She leans back on the couch taking me on top of her and our lips never detached. She puts her hands on my hips lowering me down and I'm met with something quite hard making me moan. I feel her smiling against my lips, two can play at that game. I shift my hips a little making her groan into my lips, god I love that sound. I then detach our lips immediately missing the contact. I reach my hands down to her pants unzipping them.

There's a loud knock on y/n's door causing us both to jump. The loud knock is then followed by a bunch of nonstop aggressive knocks. I quickly get off of her standing up and composing myself the best I can.

I throw y/n's black shirt at her "Hurry up, put it on." I say nervously.

She quickly pulls it through her head putting it on and walking towards the door.

"You should hide." She said while looking back at me. I look at her disapprovingly.

She shrugs "You never know." She says.

I walk out of the view so that whoever is knocking can't see me but I can see them.

As y/n opens the door it swings open revealing an angry looking Aubrey and she does not hesitate to slap y/n across the face. I quickly head over to y/n's side to see if she's okay.

"What is wrong with you?" I hiss.

Aubrey looks at me up and down and laughs "Really? You two couldn't have chosen a better time?" She says bitterly. I look at her confused as to what she means and so does y/n.

She scoffs "y/n your zipper is down and Scarlett why is your hair messed up?" She teases.

Y/n looks down and quickly zips up her pants "Is that why you slapped me?" She asks.

Aubrey shakes her head "No, that was for the trouble you caused me." She says.

Y/n looks down ashamed "Aubrey I'm sorry. It wasn't even my fault." Y/n said.

"It doesn't matter if it was or it wasn't. You don't resolve problems by fighting, especially not in school." Aubrey lectures.

Y/n nods "How do you know where I live?" She asks.

Aubrey smiles "You have two very concerned friends." She says.

Y/n nods "How's the other guy?" She asks nervously.

Aubrey sighs "He sure as hell looks worse than you do right now. Anyways I convinced him not say a single word about tonight, seeing as how he started this whole thing." She says reassuringly.

"Thank you Aubrey, really." Y/n says.

Aubrey shakes her head "Don't thank me just yet we still have to discuss your punishment." Aubrey says.

I look at her confused "Punishment?" I ask.

She nods "Detention everyday after school for a week, is that understood?" Aubrey asks.

Y/n immediately shakes her head "I can't, I have soccer practice." She says.

No wonder she's so toned, she plays soccer. That's quite interesting.

Aubrey sighs "Fine you'll have detention with Scarlett after your practice, got it?"

Y/n hesitantly nods "Got it." She says.

"Now that that's settled. Let's go Scarlett, I'm going to forget this little inappropriate moment and put it behind us but don't forget that you're y/n's teacher." Aubrey says.

Holy shit. How did I let things escalate so badly. I'm her teacher for gods sake. I could lose my job for misconduct. How could I let her distract me? Oh god I'm with Colin. I cheated. I'm a cheater.

What pains me most of all, It felt so right. It felt like I found a part of myself that I've been missing for so long. I felt whole. She made me feel...different, good different.

She makes me laugh and smile in the worst possible moments. She makes me feel good and special. Nothing is ever dull when I'm around her. I never have to force myself to feel happy around her because she genuinely makes me feel.

I nod "Let's go." I say as I glance at Aubrey.

I look back and see y/n smile at me softly, kindly, passionately. God I wish I could stay and watch over her. I didn't even get to finish helping her.

I point at her "Don't go to sleep." I say demandingly.

She smiles "As you wish." She says kindly.

Aubrey looks back "Sorry about the slap, I was just a little frustrated." She says.

Y/n laughs "Glad to have helped." She says earning a laugh from Aubrey.

I exit her penthouse and enter the elevator with Aubrey.

"What were you thinking Scarlett?" Aubrey says disapprovingly.

"How could you let a child sacrifice your career?" She says.

I scoff "She's not a child, Aubrey." I say annoyed.

She sighs "She's a student, you know better. I'd just hate to see you lose your job over meaningless sex." She says.

"We haven't even had sex, okay. Stop jumping to conclusions." I respond angrily.

She nods "I'll always be here for you Scarlett, I just want the best for you okay. No matter the circumstance, I'll always be on your side." She says sincerely.

I nod "As will I to you." I responds.

She smiles "Need a ride?" She asks.

I shake my head "No, I drove here. Breakfast tomorrow?" I ask.

She laughs "I guess, since you left me hanging last time."