The next few days we didn't do much of anything because we became lazy, so we decided to stay in and watch movies. But that's not all we did, because that lead to making out which lead to having sex.

But I'm not complaining.

It was now Friday and we had one more day until we had to leave and go back. I didn't want to go back because I wanted to stay there with her for as long as we could.

I knew that once we got back, we'd have to act like we're just teacher and student, and I hated that feeling. Now that we actually had the chance to be together, I didn't want to ever leave her side.

It was currently late in the afternoon and I was laying on the couch watching TV. Olivia had went to the bedroom for something and I was honestly getting sleepy because there was nothing on TV.

I heard the door shut and I looked to see Olivia walking in the living room, "Come on," she grabbed the remote and shut the TV off as I was sitting up.

I looked at her, "What?"

She looked at me, "Get dressed, we're going out,"

I stood up, "Where to?"

She grabbed her keys from the table, "We're going to a club,"

I stared at her, "Um, you do remember that I'm eighteen, right?" I mean, did she forget that?

She chuckled, "It's not just a club, it has other stuff besides a bar there," she stared at me. "I wouldn't take you to a bar, ok? So come on," she rushed me and told me to go get ready.

I didn't really feel like going out. I kind of just wanted to stay in and make love to her again, but this was our last night here, so we might as well do something.

After I got ready, we were walking down the stairs to her car and I couldn't help but wonder why she wanted to go to a club. I mean, we could go down to the beach instead. I wouldn't be able to do much there, and she probably wants to drink.

Oh, that's why.

She wanted to drink. Now I feel bad because I'm underage so I can't drink with her, which I'm glad, but she's thirty and wants to drink, and I'm probably preventing her from doing so.

Once we were backing out of the driveway, I looked over at her, "Are we going to this club because you want to drink?"

She glanced over at me, "Sort of," she looked back at the road then back at me, "I didn't want to say anything because of you being underage," she stared at me for a second, "I didn't want you to feel left out,"

I shrugged, "It's fine. I don't mind,"

She looked at me, "Really?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I understand that you want to drink sometimes, but um, I didn't know you did drink,"

She smiled, "I don't drink a lot, but I thought I needed something since this was our last day here," I nodded and watched her drive.

I don't ever want to drink. I'm way too scared to even have a drink in my hand. It terrifies me knowing that my family is nothing but alcoholics and if I start drinking, I'll become one.

My father was a drinker, but he was never a drunk. My mother drank sometimes, but never got drunk enough. And Jessica, well, she was an alcoholic all the way, plus a druggie.

So, yeah, I don't want to end up like her.

We made it to the club and it was pretty packed. I could hear the music from all the way out in the parking lot, and I could already tell that I was going to have a headache from it.

We got out and walked in together and I wish we never came, because the sight I was seeing right now was enough for me, and I knew this place wasn't for me.

There was stupid people everywhere with drinks in their hands, and slutty girls dry humping guys while they sip their alcohol. Then there was big muscular dudes playing pool who look liked they could beat you for staring at them.

This place was not for us, better yet, me.

I stayed close to Olivia as we made it through crowds of people, and I finally saw that it wasn't just a club because they had an arcade room in the corner where I seen teenagers playing. I don't understand the environment here because teenagers shouldn't be able to see these girls humping those guys. It didn't make sense.

We made it to the bar and Olivia ordered a drink. She turned around to face me, "Are you ok?" I nodded. "I know this isn't a place that you like, but we won't stay long,"

I just didn't like how it was loud in here. That was my main problem. I mean, they can hear perfectly fine, why blast the music.

I was practially glued to Olivia, because I was up against her back as we were waiting for her drink. It was like I was her child and didn't want to get lost.

Her drink finally came and she motioned for us to sit down at a table. I sat down next to her and watched as she sipped her drink and looked around. I didn't understand why she wanted to be here, but I guess when you're thirty, you care about these kinds of things.

She laid her hand on my thigh and smiled at me, "You can go to the arcade if you want," she motioned towards the game room but I shook my head. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Ok then," she sipped her drink some more and I watched her until I caught sight of someone.

I turned my attention towards this guy who was playing pool with these other guys, and I couldn't help but recognize him but couldn't remember. He looked really familiar but I didn't know where I seen him at.

That was until he noticed me and my mind finally clicked. It was that guy from the beach the other day; Tommy? He smiled at me and I smiled back but looked over at Olivia as she was on her phone.

She looked up at me, "I have to use the bathroom, I'll be right back," I watched as she stood up and sat her drink down then walked off, leaving me there.

I felt like a scared child because I was in a place that I didn't like and now I was alone for God knows how long. I was scared shitless and I just hope that Olivia would hurry back.

"Hey," I looked up to see Tommy and it made my skin crawl from him smiling at me.

"Hi," I barely made myself audible because I didn't want to talk.

He sat down and looked at me, "Funny seeing you again," I nodded. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged, "My girlfriend wanted to come here," he nodded. "I don't drink," just thought I'd throw that out there.

He shrugged, "I don't neither," he motioned towards the guys playing pool, "My buddies dragged me out tonight," I nodded because I got dragged out too. "Where'd your girlfriend go?"

I motioned towards the bathroom and he nodded. We sat in silence for a minute until the guy who was playing pool with him came up.

"Hey, Tommy," he looked at me, "Who's this?"

Tommy looked up at the guy, "This is the girl I was telling you about,"

I stared at him until he looked back at me, "You talked about me?" he shrugged and I thought that was extremely weird.

The guy looked me over and smiled, "Oh, the lesbian?" he walked to the other side where Olivia was sitting and sat down. He smiled at me, "What's up lez?"

I shrugged and watched as he smiled at me. It made my skin crawl and I wish Olivia would hurry back out because I'm getting a bad vibe from this guy.

He grabbed Olivia's drink and looked at me, "Is this yours?"

I shook my head, "It's my girlfriends," after I said that he drank the whole thing in one swallow.

He sat it down and smiled at me, "Tell her I'll buy her another one," he stared at me. "Where are you from?"

I looked at him and decided to lie. "I'm from another state," he nodded and kept staring at me.

"So, where's your girlfiend?" he asked while staring at me and I would like to know too.

Olivia has been gone for a while and I'm starting to freak out.

I shrugged, "I don't know,"

He made a pout with his lip, "Did she ditch you?" he stared at me. "Well, maybe you can come home with me then," he smiled then leaned over and whispered, "You won't be a lesbian anymore," and with that said he grabbed my thigh and I jumped up from my seat.

My heart was racing and I needed to find Olivia. I didn't want to be here anymore and she's starting to piss me off because she just fucking left me and has not returned.

He stood up too and was now inches from my face, "Where you going?" he grabbed my wrist and smiled at me, "I told you that you could come home with me,"

I pushed him back, but a little too hard because he fell over the chair and landed on the floor. He looked up at me and I knew that I was in deep shit now.

"You little bitch!" he got up in a flash and was now holding me by the shirt.

Nobody was paying attention because they were all too drunk to realize what was going on. I could see everyone minding their own business, even the bartender.

Tommy stepped up and grabbed his shoulder, "Dude, leave her alone,"

The guy moved his shoulder away and looked at him, "Mind your own fucking business, Tommy,"

Tommy gave me a sympathetic look and backed off. I looked back at the guy as he was looking at me. He let my shirt go and stared at me, "Let's try this again," he stepped closer and grabbed my beltloop, "Let's get out of here,"

I was about to push him away when I heard a voice, "Hey!" him and I both looked over and saw Olivia walking towards us, "What's going on here?"

I noticed that his finger was still looped in my beltloop. He looked her over, "Damn," he looked back at me, "That's yours?" he smiled at me, "Maybe I should take her home instead. I'll treat her right,"

I pushed him back and swung my fist at his face. When it made contact, I immediately regretted the decision as my hand started hurting. I looked at my hand and didn't see the guy in time for him to hit me in the face.

I stumbled backwards as I felt pain shoot through my head. I held my face as the pain increased and I heard someone yell but couldn't pay attention to it long enough to figure out who it was.

I felt someone grab me and pull me into their arms. They pulled back and grabbed my face, "Sam, look at me," I slowly opened my eyes to see Olivia staring at me with a worried expression, "You're bleeding," she pulled me away and I looked back in time to see Tommy pulling the guy away as he was looking at us.

We made it outside and the cold air immediately hit me and I looked at Olivia as she was standing in front of me, "Are you ok?" I nodded and she opened her car door as she pulled out a shirt. She brought it to my face and wiped my mouth and nose with it. I winced in pain as she was wiping my nose and no doubt it's probably broken. It hurts like hell.

She stopped and I stared at her as she was staring at me, "What happened back there?"

I stared at her, "I don't know. That guy just came up and started hitting on me, telling me that he wanted me to come home with him and then you showed up and he said that he wanted you instead and I lost it,"

She stared at me for a moment until she pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back and we stayed like that for a moment until she pulled back and looked at me, "I understand, but I don't want you protecting me if that leads to you getting hurt, ok?"

I sighed then nodded. I knew that I shouldn't have went overboard but my protective instinct kicked in and I knew that I didn't want him even looking at her the wrong way.

She cupped my face, "It is I who should be protecting you," she smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile. "Where'd you learn to hit like that?" she had a slight smile across her face and I chuckled.

"I don't know. I guess it just kicked in when he was talking about you like that," it amazed me because I didn't know I could hit like that.

I never fought in my life. Take it from me who never stepped up to my sister all those years because I was scared shitless of what she could do to me. I never fought back, but I did talk back and when I did, she would beat me from just saying something to her. Imagine if I did fight back against her.

I guess since Olivia is someone who I care about deeply, I fought back to a complete stranger. He could of knocked me out because I didn't know his strength. But since he was talking bad about Olivia, I had no other choice but to hit him.

She smiled, "That amazed me," she leaned towards me and brushed her lips against mine and I felt butterflies in my stomach, "You're truly something else, Sam,"

I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. She chuckled and I pecked her lips before looking into her eyes, "I love you," I felt my heart stutter as those words left my mouth.

She had a smile on her face, "I love you too,"

She touched my nose and I winced as she sighed, "It's swollen a little," she stared at me, "We'll ice it when we get back home,"

I smiled at her as she grabbed my hand and took me to her car. I knew that I shouldn't have fought back because I didn't know what the guy was capable of doing and he could of did more damage to me than what he did.

But, at least I have a fight story to share to Matt when we get back. I know he'll enjoy it.