“Come on, just one date,” a boy said still not letting go of your arm.
You gave a small whimper as his grip increased. “P-please, I already have a boyfriend.”
The boy still didn’t let go. “He doesn’t have to know.”
“J-just leave me alone!” you tried to sound stern, but it wasn’t working. “I-I’m serious, let go of me!”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, eh?”
Your heart nearly popped out of your chest, “M-Matt.”
The boy turned and sneered, “Who are you?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Matthiu said grabbing the arm that was holding you. “Now I suggest you let her go before someone gets hurt.”
“Like you could hurt m-.” Matthiu punched him in the face.
The boy let go of you and you pulled your arm to your chest. Matthiu continued to wail on the boy until the stranger didn’t move. “Are you alright?”
Tears at the corner of your eyes you nodded.
“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” Matthiu asked rushing over to you. Surprisingly gentle with your arm.
It was odd seeing the usually brutish Canadian treat you like you were made of glass. But a long time ago he made it very clear that you were his weak spot, he would do anything to protect you. He never once said that he loved you, but it was very heavily implied to the point where you never questioned his feelings about you.
He examined your arm and saw slight red marks where you were grabbed, “Does it hurt?”
You shook your head. “I-I was scared…”
Matthiu dropped your arm and pulled you against his chest. In the moment of shock at his actions you stopped crying. “You never have to be scared. I’ll always be there to protect you.”
He nodded and put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. “Let’s go.”
“I love you, you know,” you said quietly leaning your head against his shoulder.
Matt nodded and pulled you closer.