It was a beautiful sunny Saturday. I was just lying in my garden on the sun loungers with Nessa, with whom I spend almost every moment. We had the radio turned on in the background to add a pleasant atmosphere to these moments. It was so perfect, until we heard someone's loud voice coming from behind the fence. I lifted my head to see what was happening. At our fence stood a boy of medium height, with raven black hair and tattoos that were perfectly displayed thanks to a short-sleeved T-shirt. I got up from my seat and walked closer to the fence. At that moment, it froze me.

- Can't this music be quieter? - he asked, but after a while he took a closer look at me, which made his mouth a little open - Sab?

- Quinton?! - I took my sunglasses off my eyes to make sure I was right

- What are you doing here? - he asked, looking at me carefully

- I live here.- I folded my arms over my chest - And you?

- I'm just moving in. We will become neighbors. - His smile appeared on his face, for which I was crazy for practically a year

- There are so many beautiful neighborhoods, and you really had to live here.. - I muttered dissatisfied, focusing my eyes on the grass

Why am I so dissatisfied? Quinton Griggs is my ex-boyfriend with whom I was in a relationship for the year while I was still living in another city. I gave him my whole heart, trusted him like no one else and I dreamed that he would be mine forever. Everything seemed wonderful, but suddenly I found out that he had cheated on me with one of his classmates. My heart then broke into millions of pieces. I felt bloody hurt, hopeless, useless. I have lost faith in such a thing as true love and I doubt that I will ever be able to love or let myself be loved. I have suffered too many times because of people, which is why I currently hide all my feelings under such a mask of a dry, self-confident girl.

- All good? - The boy snapped me out of my thoughts, causing me to look at him again

- - I looked at him mockingly

He didn't even have time to respond to my words, because my roommate appeared next to me, eager to meet the person I was talking to. I watched the two exchange sentences, smiles, and even compliments. I couldn't watch this asshole clearly flirting with Nessa, who didn't realize anything.

- You asked if the music could be quieter, maybe yes. Now get back to your duties and don't ruin my day. - I cut in on the conversation, dragging the surprised Barrett behind me

I directed her home right away so I wouldn't have to look at my ex-boyfriend any longer. As soon as I closed the terrace window behind me, I went to the kitchen to have a cold drink. The girl, of course, followed me, put her hand on the table top and looked at me questioningly.

- What? - I asked, stopping my drinking

- What was that? - her thumbs pointed at the entrance to the garden in which I had a very unpleasant meeting a moment ago

- It was my ex who cheated on me. - I said as calmly as possible, after a while, seeing how the girl's face changes categorically

- He cheated on you?- she repeated my words- I swear that when I meet him again, I will personally cut his balls and make Christmas balls

- You're playing hard. - I laughed

- Someone hurts my friends, hurts me.- She smiled confidently and then left the kitchen and headed to the living room

I huffed quietly, then started cleaning the kitchen, which I had recently neglected a bit because I spend a lot of time studying and I don't feel like cleaning. Recently, I devote all my strength and focus to school matters. It can be tiring, but I want a good average grade at the end of the school year. However, today I need some entertainment, whatever it is to have. With this in mind, I went to Nessa, who is undeniably a party girl and knows about all the attractions in the area. The girl immediately suggested the idea of going to a house party today at Ambar, one of her friends. Of course I agreed, running straight to my bedroom to get ready.

And so at 9:00 p.m. Barrett and I entered the huge Hederson family estate, immediately pushing our way through the crowd of already drunk teenagers.

- Ready for a goddamn crazy night?! - She spoke to me suddenly louder, trying to shout above the raging crowd and music

- Always. - I smiled at her slyly

We headed towards the table with alcohol to start the fun with a good drink. I looked around. I only knew a few people that I had seen in the school corridor before. Most of the people were on the prepared fairly large dance floor shouting the lyrics while waving their hands vigorously. I focused so much on observing this wild phenomenon that I didn't even notice that my crazy friend was no longer with me. I looked around a bit nervously as I didn't feel safe alone in the crowd that was practically foreign to me. One thought was completely killing me. At times like this, a certain worst memory of my life came back to me, a moment that changed me forever. I tried to call Barrett, but as expected, she couldn't hear the phone ringing with the noise. I wanted to get out of there and go home immediately. Suddenly, however, a tall boy stood next to me, with a lot of stubble, lots of tattoos on his arms and a dark outfit. I looked up into his dark eyes, which carefully annealed me from the bottom up. His hand immediately traveled to my hip, clenching it tightly, and his lips pressed against mine. His touch wasn't pleasant at all, it was rather a pain that I couldn't stop despite my best efforts. I didn't have enough strength to get the massive boy away from me. I felt my heart beating faster and faster and my legs softened like jelly. I couldn't control his touches, which disgusted me more and more with each passing moment. His enormous hands traveled in many places on my body, clenching them quite tightly. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes and starting to run down my cheeks, leaving wet marks. The boy was pressing me harder and harder, allowing himself to make more and more bold and painful movements. I felt so powerless that I didn't even try to continue fighting.

- Leave her. - I suddenly heard someone's firm tone, which caused the attacker to move away from me

Next to us, I saw Cooper, who had been watching the situation for a long time and realized what was going on here. The boy's hands disappeared from my body, and he ran away into the crowd somewhere. I wiped my tears immediately, not wanting to show any weakness.

- All good? - he asked suddenly, coming closer to me and looking straight into my tearful eyes

- The only thing I dream about now is returning home. - I replied with a weak, slightly breaking voice

- Okay, I'll take you there. - He replied calmly, then with the movement of his hand he showed me that I should follow him

I followed the school fuckboy step by step, trying to hold back my emotions. We got into his car efficiently, and seconds later we started on our way to my house. I leaned my head against the glass, focusing my attention on the flashing lights from the houses we passed. He, on the other hand, tried to be completely focused on the ride, but I felt him peeking in my direction every now and then to make sure everything was fine. I didn't understand why he was helping me so much? Everyone says how dry he is, how much harm he has done to others, how much he didn't care about feelings, but once again he takes care of me as the greatest treasure. Cooper Fucking Noriega is one big puzzle I'm going to solve.

He parked in front of my house. I was ready to say goodbye, but I saw that he was getting out of the car. I did the same and followed him as I saw him walking towards the entrance to my house.

- Thanks for the lift. And bye. - I smiled gently standing at the door, right after turning it off

- I'm not leaving you alone today. - he replied confidently

I didn't have the strength to tease him today. This is my only day of goodness for Cooper okay? I made my way to my bedroom to find clean sheets for my guest. He followed me and watched my movements closely. I took out everything I needed and handed it to the boy.

- Where am I supposed to sleep? - he asked, looking at the thing given to him

- In the guest room. Right next to my bedroom.- I explained

- So goodnight. - he said, leaving the room

I was alone again. I sat up on the bed and hid my face in my hands, trying to calm down all my emotions a bit. I was shaken by today's event. The truth is, if it weren't for Cooper, i don't know how it would have ended. Probably this horny boy would rape me, and after that I would feel like a regular, useless slut. I quickly prepared for sleep, then cuddled up to the sheets and tried to fall asleep.

I was rolling from side to side, unable to sleep. Even at this point, in my own bed, I didn't feel safe. In my mind, this particular event was reenacting all the time, and my emotions were reaching their zenith again. I felt myself shaking and my breathing was getting faster and faster. I couldn't do that, I immediately got up from the bed and ran to the room where Noriega was sleeping. He heard the sound of the door opening and he raised his head from the pillow and looked at me questioningly.

- Can I sleep here next to you? - I said pleadingly, - I'm afraid to be alone now.

- Come here. - He moved slightly to the side and pushed the quilt so that I could lie down next to him and cover myself

I covered myself, taking a few breaths and closing my eyes, trying to finally sleep. The boy probably felt my terror, so he moved closer to me and wrapped his arm around me tightly. At that moment, surprisingly, I felt much safer. I felt his breath against the back of my neck. I don't know why his embrace gave me so much encouragement. There was a slight smile on my face.

- He did something to you? - I heard suddenly

- Almost. - I whispered, then felt his hand grip tighter on my body

- Does anything hurt you? - he asked, his voice being concerned and worried about my situation

- A bit of a hip in which he was dashing his fingers hard. - I remembered the movements of the stranger, at which I shuddered a little.

- I'll arrange this at school on Monday. - His tone was extremely serious, and his fists clenched tightly

The thought of Sab being nearly raped by some strange boy at a party made me very nervous. I felt part angry with myself that I hadn't noticed it sooner and couldn't save her sooner. My guess is that now she will be afraid of someone's touch for a long time, even though she came to sleep next to me and gives me a hug. I feel that her real fear will start tomorrow, she will be disgusted by closer contact with others. The only thing that makes me happy is that I prevented the worst things he could do to her. At this point, I really want to murder this boy. I can't explain why this situation bothers me so much, because Sab isn't one of those important people to me.

Intense movements woke me up in the morning, causing me to open my sleepy eyes and find out what was going on around me. The dark-haired girl lying next to me was no longer sleeping and was trying in every possible way to get out of my embrace.

- You finally woke up. - She sighed happily, catching a short eye contact with me, then when I took my hands from her, she sat comfortably on the bed and quickly corrected her disheveled hair

- What time is it? - I asked, rubbing my eyes and sitting next to her

- We have an hour.. - she grabbed the clock standing on the bedside table - 10:30 a.m.

- I would have slept like this with... um ... two more hours. - I announced, watching as the girl came out from under the duvet and uncovered the blinds, thus brightening the room

- I got a text message from Nessa that she would be home in an hour. She couldn't see us like that - She gestured vividly during her speech, which was completely characteristic of Quesada

- Nessa would know I'd never have sex with you in my life. - I scoffed at her confidence in her voice

- I doubt that I can trust you on this. - girl still didn't give up, reaching for the water bottle standing on the dresser next to the window

- Sab, even grannies in latex are hotter than you already. - I enjoyed bantering with the girl, even though the words I uttered were not quite complete

She just laughed, then gave me a careful look, leaving the room shortly after. I got out of bed, meanwhile reaching for my T-shirt lying on the floor. I put her on, then grabbed my phone and left the room, intending to find the girl and tell her I was leaving. I saw a ajar door to the room in which I had already been yesterday. It was her bedroom, of course, and I looked inside. She was currently standing next to her enormous wardrobe and changing clothes. I know I should walk away at this point and wait for her to wear everything. But something was stronger than me. I was examining her shapely figure, which was perfectly portrayed by wearing only white, lace underwear. She was quite tanned, which could be clearly noticed by the different skin tone in the area closer to the bikini, which, of course, she would not be able to sunbathe in the garden, for example, since most of the neighbors would probably be by the fence. Her hips were not very wide, what i like about women. She also had a perfectly flat stomach, medium-sized breasts. I could describe for a long time every element of her, the tiny but beautiful body that I had the opportunity to look at, until Quesada finally chose the outfits for today and started putting it on. I moved away from the crack in the door so she wouldn't notice that I was here. I sat down on one of the steps and decided to wait for her to come out. I took my phone out of the pocket of my gray tracksuits and started browsing Instagram, although most of the posts were still new of Jenice, who seems to be addicted to taking pictures of herself from every possible angle. I huffed, slightly embarrassed to see her almost pathetic poses on most. Were it not for the fact that she is brilliant at fucking, I would probably never, ever speak to her. Suddenly I heard a door creak and I turned my head in that direction. The girl was ready and, as I expected, she looked very good. I wonder why she never dresses so sexy for school. There, I only see her mostly in tracksuits and an oversized sweatshirt, which completely covers all her advantages. I looked at her very carefully, causing her a little embarrassment, which could be seen from the blush on her cheeks. We heard the door open, which was a sign that Nessa would be here in a matter of seconds. The black-haired girl walked home, immediately putting her purse on the shelf and taking off her high-heeled shoes. I could hear her sigh, which I already knew perfectly well and I knew that the girl was very hungover. She probably entered the room and her gaze shifted to the two of us. Several times she looked at me, once at Sab standing behind me, then smiled playfully at us.

- What was going on here? - She laughed, and after her face I knew exactly what she was currently imagining

- Nothing special. - Quesada spoke first

- Cooper, I hope that if you fucked her, you did the best you could. - Barrett continued, coming closer to us and resting her hand on the railing of the stairs

- First, I always do my best.- I muttered, shifting my phone from hand to hand and looking seriously at clearly amused girl- Second, we didn't fuck, I just helped her

- You helped with what? In judging which position is the most enjoyable?- the girl was still joking, I looked at Sab who, like me, was not satisfied with this situation and did not want to listen to our friend's strange thoughts

- Someone tried to rape me yesterday.- Sab suddenly said with one exhalation, making the smile disappear from the black-haired face immediately, and worry appeared, while I was a little stunned, not expecting that the girl would confess it

- What? - Barrett almost shouted, going up a few steps and facing the brunette

- Yes, and Cooper saved me then. Then he walked me home and then I asked him to stay here because I was afraid. - confessed the girl, putting a strand of hair behind her ear, then lowered her head and stared at the floor

- Sab, honey, I'm so sorry. - she hugged her immediately, gently stroking her head with one hand - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that what a moment ago

- It's not your fault. You didn't know. - She whispered, nestling into the arms of her friend

For the first time in my life I felt sorry for someone. I felt in my heart that something traumatic had happened in this girl's past. I'll try to find out somehow. I know normally Cooper Noriega would ignore the situation and totally dont give a shit about the feelings of others. Meanwhile, in this situation, with this person, I couldn't leave it indifferent.

When this whole situation was over, I decided to go home, because I knew that it was best for the girls to be alone now and to talk honestly about everything.

I was lying on the bed in my room, I had the balcony window slightly open so that there was a good flow of fresh air which was contaminated by the cigarette I smoked, and loud music from the loudspeaker was playing in the background. I liked to spend my time like this, alone, dont give a shit the rest of the world. My head rested on a large number of pillows, with the fingers of one hand I tapped the rhythm on my leg, every now and then putting my cigarette into my mouth and inhaling and then letting it smoke out of my mouth. In such moments I felt exceptionally calm, which didn't suit me and my lifestyle on a daily basis. Suddenly my phone rang. Reluctantly, I picked up the device from the nightstand, and after seeing my trainer's number on the screen, I immediately picked up the call. He informed me that he decided to change some days of training and their number in a month. He sent the entire plan to our entire team by e-mail. He also added that next month we will have a match with a difficult opponent, for which we must properly prepare. As soon as I finished talking, I put the phone back down, then felt like getting some fresh air, so I got out of bed and walked to the open balcony.

I watched cars passing, people walking down alleys, cyclists racing in different directions, and mothers chasing their little children. I rarely spend my time like this. Usually, I spend my free afternoons with my buddies, at a party or barbecue, and we get drunk almost completely. It was always perfect that way.

After an almost two-hour conversation with Nessa, in which I told her the details of yesterday's events, I felt much easier, that I could confess to someone all my fears and problems with which I was struggling. I must admit that she is an excellent and very attentive listener, additionally, she always knows what to say, which makes the conversation with her always good. This is what I needed.