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~Reader's P.O.V.~

"STOP HURTING HER!" The four of you all turned around to see a certain blond glaring at the three girls that had been hurting you. The three girls had their mouths gaped open in surprised.

"Sting.." you whisper, your (e/c) eyes locking with his oceanic blue ones.

"(y/n)!" he yells, trying to go over to you, but the "leader girl" stops him.

"Why hello there Stingy," she says in a seductive tone, making you mentally gag. "Whatcha doing over here?"

"Out of my way," Sting growls at the girl.

"But Stingy-poo~," the girl whines, pushing her chest closer to him. "Why don't you ditch that bitch for me?" You sigh. Of course people like Sting would leave you. You were used to people leaving you by now, so you close your eyes and wait for him to accept. However, instead of hearing him say yes, you hear squealing and something hitting the wall of the alleyway you were in. You hesitantly open your eyes to see that Sting had shoved the girl to the wall.

"Sorry, but I can't forgive you for hurting someone, much less date you," Sting denied, emphasizing the word "date" with disgust. He then turns to the girl who's boyfriend you practically humiliated. "And you, shame on you for cheating on your boyfriend. Sure he's annoying as hell, but I can tell he loves you." The girl looks down in shame.

"What about me Sting-sama?" the third girl smirks. "I'm entirely single." Sting scrunched up his face with pure disgust.

"Ain't you that girl who wouldn't stop bothering me after I said no to going out with you?" Sting cocks his eyebrow.

"Y-yeah, but c'mon! What does this slut have that I don't?" she huffs. Although you were still on the floor, you managed to look at Sting. You were actually quite curious as to what that answer was. Sting hesitates for a moment before glaring at the girl.

"None of your damn business," he responds. "So I suggest you and your slutty friends get the hell out of here before I come and call the police for beating up an innocent kid." His serious and intimidating tone made the both of you gulp. The three girls that beat you up immediately scrambled out of the alleyway and you didn't care where, you just knew they were gone.

Now, you had Sting to deal with.

He immediately ran up to you when he saw that they weren't going to come back. "You alright?" he asked, worry obvious in his blue orbs. You were sincerely surprised that he had saved you and didn't abandon you, but you couldn't dwell on that right now.

"I'm fine," you mutter, not feeling like acting rude. You try to get up, but your legs buckle under you. You yelp in pain, causing Sting to immediately help support you. You didn't think that that kick to the knee would hurt you this much, but you were wrong.

"You're not fine," Sting frowns.

"I am," you insist, getting out of his grasp and limping towards your fallen backpack. If you didn't come home with that backpack, you were as good as dead. You wince everytime you take a step, but you managed to reach your backpack. The first thing you do is take out your phone and text your dad, or at least that was what you were going to do when Sting suddenly snatches the phone out of your hands. "O-oi! Give that back!" you yell, trying to reach for your phone, but Sting was taller than you and held it over your head.

"No," he said bluntly. You let out a frustrated sigh and reach higher, causing you to fall down thanks to your injured knee. Sting's eyes widened and he immediately helped you back up. Unfortunately, he was careful as to keep it out of your reach as he did.

"Sting, please," you were now resorting to begging. If you didn't text your sorry excuse of a dad, you would face punishment. "I need my phone back."

"What are you going to do with it?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Text my, father," you slightly pause, slightly cringing before saying that taboo word. You hoped Sting didn't notice, and thankfully he didn't, or didn't seem to.

"Fine, tell him you're staying at my house," he says, tossing you your phone back.

"Th—," you pause, the words he just said repeating in your head. "Wait, what?!" Without a warning, Sting suddenly picked you up and put you over his back. Your face heats up as you realize that you were in piggy-back position with him. "Sting, put me down!" you command, squirming in his grasp, but it was obvious that he wasn't going to.

"You can tell him or not, it won't matter to me," Sting says as he starts walking, your backpack in his free hand. "Either way, I'm taking you to my house." Again you struggle, really not wanting to go to his house. You've never been to anyone else's house before, except for when your "father" forced you to come to dinner parties. "Squirming won't help by the way," he turns his head at you and grins cheekily. You sigh.

"Fine," you grumble. You unlock your phone and type:

"I won't be home today. I'll be staying at a tutor's house to study. Won't be back until tomorrow."

After a couple seconds, you got a reply.

 "Alright, but if you're not back tomorrow by 4:00 sharp, you'll face punishment."

You sigh with relief. You then lay your tired head onto his back. It was surprisingly warm, but you told yourself that you were probably hallucinating from the slight blood loss. Soon, you found yourself getting drowsy with each step Sting took. Darkness slowly engulfed you, and you drifted off to sleep.