#MONTY WAS NOT THE PROBLEM YOU STUPID WHORES

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this is so upsetting. anyway who wants to kill don sweeney with me

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John Murphy - “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

John Murphy x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

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Word Count: 2,035

Published on: October 8th, 2020

TW: Drinking

Spoilers: None

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♡Masterlist♡

John Murphy

Sulking wasn't the right word.

Alright, maybe it was.

You were a sulker. And, there's nothing wrong with a good pity party every once in a while. Sometimes you just really need to focus and reflect on yourself and your problems.

While every other delinquent was busy partying and getting drunk off of their asses from Montys moonshine, you stood alone at the entrance of the wall, loaded with a gun, eyes peeled for any sudden movement on the outside.

Unity Day on the Ark brought out the best in people. Here on the ground, it seemed to bring out the child in everyone.

"Jasper! What the hell are you doing?" You hissed at the tall and lanky boy who was wielding a thin stick and creating random patterns in the dirt with it.

The boy looked at you, blinked, and dropped the stick.

"I... I don't know." He slurred.

Now impatient, you threw one last glance over the fence, and figured it would be safe for a few minutes. You weren't gonna leave Jasper alone with a stick without someone who was coherent.

"Come on." You sighed, grabbing him gently by the wrist.

"Where are we going?" He asked, tripping over his own two feet.

"To Wonderland." You grumbled sarcastically.

As Jasper giddily clapped his hands together, you took note of the scene before you.

A roaring bonfire, moonshine by the gallons, handsy couples...

"(Y/N)! There you are!" Your boyfriend of two years, John Murphy, walked over to you with a cup of alchohol in each hand, and extended one to you.

"John, you know I don't drink." You gently reminded him, keeping a firm grip on Jasper as he tried to grab the drink for himself.

"Pbhhh. Take a break from babysitting Goggle Boy, and come dance with me." He shoved the metal cup in your face, moonshine splashing over the rim and onto your shirt.

"Damn it, John! This was my last clean shirt." You complained as you yanked Jasper back yet again.

Murphy scowled, his nose scrunching up to his green eyes.

"Who called the party police? Lossen up, (Y/N). No wonder you never got invited to anything on the Ark. You're boring." He scoffed and walked away, drinking as he did so.

Boring? You were so not boring! Sure, you kept to yourself and weren't one for confrontation, but you weren't boring.

Annoyance evident in your eyes, Jasper sobered up enough to realize that now wasn't the time to mess with you, and he followed you back to his and Montys shared tent where you took off his boots and tucked him into bed.

"(Y/N)?" His soft voice stopped you  as you were about to leave.

"Yeah, Jasper?" You sighed, massaging your temples.

"I don't think you're boring." He yawned.

Your lips curled up at the kind words, and you patted him on the leg.

"Thanks, Jasper. Goodnight."

He mumbled something incoherent to your ears as you walked outside into the crisp air. You took a deep lungful of it and battled your thoughts.

John's words stung more than they should. Were you really boring? No... no, you were being safe. Responsible.

If no one else was going to watch the forest for approaching and violent Grounders, who else would?

Even Clarke was playing some drinking game with a few other delinquents.

Huffing to yourself, you began the short walk back to your stakeout spot where you stood alone in the cold.

On Unity Day on the Ark, you and Murphy used to spend it together.

Ever since you could remember, back to when you two were just kids, you and John would stand in the back of the crowd of the Unity Day Pagent, and sneak out to cause mischief. Once, you even snuck into the kitchen and shared a glass of apple juice.

Now? He was spilling moonshine on your last clean shirt.

You were almost to the wall, when they caught your eye.

Murphy and Fox, their bodies pressed close together, foreheads grazing as they laughed loudly and swayed to the beat of nonexistent music only the two of them could hear.

You swore your heart stopped, froze, and skipped a beat all at the same time.

Murphy whispered something in Foxs ear, and she giggled, slapping him playfully on his chest.

John Mbege tapped Murphy on the shoulder, and pointed to you.

Murphy whipped his head around, his eyes which were once mischievous and flirty, now wide and full of regret.

"(Y/N)!" You read his lips over the crowd of rowdy teens, and just shook your head.

He had just began to make his way to you, when someone started a conga line, disrupting his pathway.

Monty Green was walking solo, holding a cup of moonshine in his hands, on his way back to his tent, presumably.

"Give me that," You hissed as you snatched the cup from his hands, and gulped it, your eyes stinging.

"I am NOT boring. Just because I look out for us, and don't drink, doesn't make me boring, does it? I'M the responsible one here! Where the hell is Bellamy? Isn't he King of the camp? Remember our first few days on the ground, when he was just whoring it up with any living creature with boobs? Who was out there collecting water and building shelter? That's right. Me!"

The poor boy just blinked, unsure of what to say or do in this situation, so he just opened and closed his mouth, confused beyond belief.

Finally, he just shook his head, looked at the ground, and continued on his way.

You took another swig of the poison, and coughed.

Murphy wanted you to loosen up? Well two can play at that game.

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Murphys POV

"(Y/N)!" Her name fell from my lips which were slightly chapped, and stinging from all of the drink I had consumed within the past couple of hours.

She just shook her head, turned to the side, and began to walk away.

"Damn it, (Y/N)!" I called once more, and took a step forward just as a giant conga line made it's way before me. When it had finally passed, she was gone.

"Fuck." I cursed, running my fingers through my hair.

Mbege slapped me on the back in a feeble attempt of comfort.

"She's water under the bridge, man. Weren't you just saying how boring she was?" Mbege sighed.

I tore away harshly from him, a scowl on my face.

"That's not what I meant! I don't even know why I said it. I don't even know why I was dancing with Fox. Damn it!" I brought my hands up to my face, and slapped myself on the forehead, hard.

But Mbege could have cared less. He just brought up his stupid drink to his stupid lips and smirked.

"She's just a stupid girl. There are plenty of sluts like her down here."

I grabbed him by his shirt, and pinned him up against the dropship, his drink spilling onto the dirt below our feet.

"Say that about her again." I seethed through clenched teeth.

He just blinked, eyes wide until I released him harshly and jogged away, both eyes on the lookout for the girl I loved.

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"I wish I had a harmonica, y'know? Like how in the old timey Western movies, people in jail would play a sad song on it." You slurred from the ground where you sat talking to Raven, who was busy making bullets.

She just chuckled, and shook her head.

"You're a hazard, (Y/N). You're not supposed to have any flammable liquids near this gunpowder, and you my friend, are a walking, talking, bottle of booze."

You laughed at her retort, and childishly stuck out your tounge.

"You said Murphy was dancing with another girl?" She held up a bullet to the dim lantern, and examined it.

"Fox. Don't remind me." You took another swig of moonshine, and sputtered.

"Well, just dance with another guy. That'll piss Murphy off to no end." Raven shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

It took a moment for her words to process themselves in your brain, and when they did, you gasped.

"Raven Reyes, you're a genius!" You hopped up quickly, stumbling back and catching yourself on the table which housed the dud bullets.

"I'm good, I'm good." You hiccuped, giving her a thumbs up.

"Just keep your hands off of Finn!" She laughed as you struggled with the opening of the tent flap.

Normally, everyone was mindful of the root that stuck out for the ground in front of the ammunition tent, but in your drunken state, you completely dismissed it, and tripped over it, spilling your drink on Murphy as he caught you in his arms.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" He hissed once he steadied you.

"Well, well, how the tables have turned." You smirked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He gave you an incredulous look as you laughed.

"Not an hour ago, I was the responsible one getting my shirt soiled by moonshine. Did you get your Fox fix? Don't worry, I was just on my way to find someone to dance with. Don't wait up." You sneered, turning away from him.

Murphy grasped your wrist, and pulled you back to him.

"No, not happening. You are going straight to bed, and-."

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

You asked mournfully with tears in your bloodshot eyes.

Murphy blinked, emotion and confusion overtaking him.

"What?" He had the audacity to question you.

"I'm just loosening up, Murph. Like you said. Wouldn't want a boring girlfriend, would you?" You sniffed.

Murphy shook his head, taking a moment to access the severity of his words.

"Babe, no, I - I didn't mean that. I don't think you're boring." He took both of your hands into his, and frowned at how cold your fingers were.

"Then why did you say it? And why were you dancing with another girl?" You pressed.

His eyes met yours, and they were full of regret.

"Because I... I'm an idiot. I'm an insecure, stupid, jealous idiot who doesn't know how to communicate with my girlfriend. I was just so scared that some other responsible guy would end up talking to you, and you would realize how much of a doofus I am, and leave me, and I'm selfish and petty, and... I can't lose you, (Y/N). You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I sorry I'm not good at communicating, and for some reason I thought that dancing with another girl would make you jealous, and you would come over and talk to me, but I realize now that my words and actions have been thoughtless and - ."

"If I say I forgive you, will you shut up?" You interrupted.

Murphy, who had been speaking that whole rant in a single breath, took a deep breath and nodded his head.

Once he had regained his breath, he caressed your cheek.

"You aren't boring, (Y/N). You're responsible. And I love you for it." He blushed.

"You... love me?" You blinked, and prayed this wasn't all some drunken hallucination.

He chuckled, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"I do. And I'm sorry it took all of this for me to find the balls to say it." He smirked.

You pressed your lips to his, hints moonshine and young love dancing on your taste buds.

Fatigue overtaking you, you stumbled once more into him, and he steadied you again.

"Let's get you to bed." He scooped you up off of your feet, and carried you to your shared tent.

As he took off your boots and covered you with the thin blanket you both shared, you smiled to yourself and silently thanked Raven for her advice. If she had never persuaded you to go dance with someone, you probably would have never fallen into Murphy, and he would have never confessed his love to you.

What started off as a self loathing night, turned into a magical one.

♡Masterlist♡

[maggyme13]

Sugar (12/?)

AN: Sorry for the long wait. But here finally is the next chapter of Sugar. As you might now, I am working as an wood-working apprentice and we have extremele much work to do at the moment. SO I had no energy or time to write. I hope it will get better in the near future.

Wordcount: around 1200

Warnings: heartbreak, angst

Masterlist

Sugar- Masterlist

Part 11

Knowing this could easily turn into a two or even three week long stay, you packed enough of everything and even called a pharmacy in Charming to see if they had your mothers medicine in stock and how long it would take to order.

Luckily they had more than enough in stock and within two hours the little group of the three of you were on the road. With Bucky driving your rental, your mother on the passenger-seat and you in the back with your dog, explaining to your aunt what had happened  and asking her to look after your house.

She promised and was very understanding, she knew how your brother ticked, and promised to look after the house until you or your Ma returned.

Bucky had informed Loki about your change of housing (and everything around that), while you were packing the bags. He had promised that it was no problem; your Ma still promised to bake him a huge pie as thanks.

And so, you crossed the Charming County limits for the third time within a week and you hated it and knew a lot of places you would rather be; one of those was the camp you had stayed at with Monty and Bob.

Within seconds of crossing the boarder, the SUV was surrounded by the Motorcycle-crew of your brother. The group of you was escorted to your destination.

“As much as I want to tell you to just drive, follow them and hope we are not aiming for the clubhouse.”, you sighted.

“Got it.”, Bucky answered and your mother piped in as well.

“As much as I love my son. I will not stay in that house. I don´t need to see his bed-bunnies.”

“If he does, I pay for a motel-room Ma, and no arguments. I will not stay 24 / 7 in the vicinity of someone who hates me.”, you declared.

Unfortunately though did you have not other choice than to stay with your brother, he (or his club) had managed to persuade everyone in the city to not rent to you or Bucky. You had no idea why, because none of them seemed to be happy about the strange male staying at the clubhouse; but they kept your mouths shut and the two of you stayed away as much as possible, taking your mother with you.

It was a week before Christmas, when you got the call that would change a lot.

“(y/n)”, Bucky spoke, sitting down at the picnic table you and your Ma were sitting at, “Boss called. He, Thor and Sam are coming over for Christmas. Heimdal was able to organize a house.”

A smile crossed your face, finally you would be able to leave this damn place. “When will they land?”

“Five minutes ago. They are currently on their way here from the airport. Stopping on the way to get some groceries. Boss wants to have a meeting with you tomorrow.”

You understood what the man meant; a date and a (short) escape from your current hell.

“Thanks for the Info. What are you going to do tomorrow then?”

“Spending a day of with Sam. Thor is going to escort you and Boss. We will meet up again when they get you back here.”

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“He is your Boss, huh?”, you heard your brother great you with a growl in his voice.

“Yes, why are you asking.”, you sighted. The small date had taken your mind of the situation at hand.

“Funny, looks for me like the two of you had a date and that was not a business one. More like he took you out of more personal reasons.”

“He is my boss. You want my employment contract?”

“Why? Does it tell me how often you have to fuck him a day?”, he spat and you could not believe what you heard.

“What?”

“Don´t be so stupid. NO one lent 75k without a good reason or payback. So, did you have to bent over and take it in the ass for him to give you the money? God knows it can´t be the mouth of yours, that´s not even good for talkin´.”  A dry laugh followed his statement and the toothpick in his mouth twitched from one side to the other of his mouth.

You could not believe what just happened. Blinking in surprise you tried to find words.

“Don´t be so stupid. Ya think I don´t know what a Sugarbaby is? You are a fucking glorified whore. That you can even dare to visit Ma … Disgrace won´t even fit it.”

Shock was the only thing you felt.

“Excuse me? You may hate me, but I am still your Sister.”, you breathed.

“No Lowman sells their Body for money and I sure as hell don´t have a sister who is a whore. And Ma does not need or want a hoe as a daughter.”

“What?”, tears threatened to fall.

“You, heard me Bitch.”, he growled, “Don´t let the gate hit you on the Ass on your way out; don´t want to spoil your Daddy´s fun. Do we?”

His words were so final and his eyes so cold and black, that there was nothing you would be able to say or do.

Your brother had just disowned you and now were alone.

“Hey, (y/n), what has you looking like that? Something wrong with your Ma? Or did yer boss fire you? Let me-”, the voice of one of the few Bikers you kind of liked called, pulling you out of your shocked state.

“Mr Trager. I...I am fine, thank you. Plea-please tell Mrs Low- I will leave now. Have a nice evening.”, you answered with tears in your voice.

“Mr Trager? Mrs Low- … did you just refer to your Mother as Mrs Lowman? What happened?”, the man sounded genuinely worried.

“I need to go.”, you sobbed, almost running out of the parking lot with your smartphone in hand.

“I am  sorry to call you sobb I don´t know where to go.”, you called Bucky.

“On my way.”, he answered at once, “ You alright? What is wrong? Sam, hurry up.”

“I should be at the park in a few minutes.”, you mumbled, finally able to realize where your feet were bringing you.

“Got it. I think we already see you.”

Not a minute later, a big black car stopped next to you and your friends and protectors jumped out.

“What did he do?”, the dark haired man growled, “What did your brother do?”

He pulled you into an warm embrace, one you happily accepted.

“I don´t have one. Neither a Ma, or Aunt. At least not anymore. I am alone now. ´No Lowman sells their body and no one wants or needs a whore as a daughter´”, with the last part you paraphrased your brothers words.

“That Bastard.”, this time it was Sam who cursed, “Come on girl. Let´s get you home, and then  we will go and buy you Ice-Cream and any Chick-flick you want to see.”

You really wanted to smile at him for that offer, but at that moment there were no emotions left inside you. With a nod, you let them know you understood.

“Boss has a few meetings around town and the bordering area. Is the house okay, or do you want us to get you a Hotel room?”

“House is fine.”, you mumbled.

“Alright. Then let´s get you settled.”

Part 13

AN 2.0. Will she be locked up? and what will happen once she enters charming?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated:)

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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anonymous asked: Imagine request: protective boyfriend Monty at Bryce's pool party

Monty X Reader

"You're seriously not wearing a bikini to the party, are you? I mean, it's Bryce's party we're talking about."

"Baby, I'm stupid. But I'm not that stupid." Monty smirks as he lounges on your bed, his gaze following your every move as you tug on a pair of loose jean shorts and a plaid shirt that you button up only halfway so your bikini top can still be seen beneath. "The bikini is only there in case I get tossed into the pool. This way I'll have something to walk around in even as my shorts and shirt dry."

"If that happens, I'll kick someone's ass. I'm not leaving your side so some punk ass can grope you as he shoves into the pool just so he can see your bikini."

"My hero," you mockingly swoon. You walk up to your bed, kneeling on the mattress and crawling across it on hands and knees until your face is merely inches from Monty's. You press a lingering kiss to his lips, smiling as he tries to deepen it. "Now hurry up. We're already fashionably late. I don't want to miss the whole party."

When you get to Bryce's house, the party is already in full swing. The lightweights are all draped across the pool side lounge chairs, red solo cups dangling from their fingers. A very rowdy game of beer pong is going on just outside the doors of the pool house, the hot tub is occupied by a group of scantily clad girls with Marcus, Zach and Bryce hanging around them, and numerous others are either dunking each other in the pool or just lingering around the pool and conversing with each other over the loud playing music.

"Have fun, but not too much fun," you say, slowly stepping away from Monty with a grin as you pull your hand from his.

"Where you going?"

"Sheri and Jess are over there," you say, gesturing across the pool, "and Bryce is over here, so I'm going to put some distance between us because he makes me uneasy. Remember you're the DD tonight, so I'm going to get my drink on with the girls."

Monty rolls his eyes at being reminded he's the designated driver. "Whatever. If you want to leave early or need anything, you know where to find me."

"Playing video games with Justin?" You grin.

"Shut up." Monty retakes your hand, pulling you closer and firmly kissing you in front of everyone. You smile, reaching up with your hands to grab his face as you pull back. "But seriously. If you need anything.."

"I know. Now go. Go aggressively mash buttons and yell at a TV screen."

As Monty turns to leave, you slap him on the ass and cackle as he jumps in surprise. Others around you laugh at your actions, your boyfriend then glaring before you turn and rush to find your friends.

Jessica and Sheri are laughing when you walk up to their table, having seen you and Monty interacting, and Jessica immediately hands over a cup. "Drink. You're already three cups behind."

"Oh. Whatever shall I do?" You chug the contents of the first cup with a smirk on your face, Sheri chuckling while pouring you another.

"Ladies, I have a feeling tonight's gonna be a good night."

And a good night it is! Until it's not anymore.

You, Jessica and Sheri are joined by a few others as you drink and gossip. Jessica is the only one to brave jumping into the pool, and you and Sheri wave her off when she tries to get you to join in. 

You manage to relax more than enough to strip off your shirt and show off your bikini top as you soak your feet in the pool, but then Bryce's too smug smile floats into your periphery and you mentally groan.

"Y/N, there you are," he says. "I was beginning to think Montgomery left you at home."

"Aw shucks. And here I thought I could avoid you for the rest of the night," you return. Goddammit. I really have no filter when I've been drinking.

He laughs. "Is that really any way to treat the host of the party?"

"It is when you give me the heebie jeebies." Shut up!, you mentally scold yourself, but Bryce merely laughs. Sighing, you paste on a friendly smile. "What's up, Bryce?"

"Nothing," he innocently shrugs. "I just didn't want to leave such a pretty lady all on her lonesome."

You sneer at his tone and his drooping gaze, you then gathering up your forgotten shirt and putting it back on. "This pretty lady is fine, Walker. Sheri took a quick trip to the ladies room and Jess is off getting more drinks."

"I can get you one if you'd like." He shifts closer, his grin edging into slimeball territory and you're officially uncomfortable.

"No thanks. I'll just- I'm going to go find Monty." You pull your feet from the water, turning on the ledge of the pool before climbing to your feet. 

"Aw. Don't be like that."

"Be like what?" You ask, stumbling a little. Standing up too fast after several drinks is never a good idea. Everything is swaying and it's hard to focus clearly, especially when Bryce practically towers over you as he climbs to his feet too. "Nevermind," you huff. "I'm going to go look for my boyfriend. You know, your friend? Yeah. I'm just going to go find him."

Bryce chuckles as you attempt to walk away, his hand wrapping around your arm. Angry, you rip you arm from his grasp, scowling as he holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just-"

"Don't do that again." You stomp away from him, willing your mind to stay clear and focused until you find your boyfriend.

And when you do find him, everything else seems to just melt away. He's sitting with Justin and Zach, laughing at the underclassmen playing beer pong and boasting about their wins.

"Hey, babe." 

"Monty," you sigh in relief. Walking up to him you drop into his lap, curling up and resting your face in the crook of his neck.

"Someone's drunk," he laughs.

You hum while nuzzling his neck. "Maybe jus' a lil'. I'm ready t'go when you are."

"Alright. Just give me a little while longer."

"M'kay." 

You're too comfortable in your current position and Monty doesn't seem all that bothered by you his lap. Justin and Zach don't mind your presence, and go on talking as if you hadn't interrupted them.

Eventually, though, all the alcohol you've consumed gets the best of you. You doze off in your boyfriend's lap, snippets of the conversation around you not really making any sense. But then the voices soon taper off and Monty's gently shaking you awake.

"Come on, drunkie. Lets get you home."

"Mmm. 'Kay." 

You try to stand up, but you don't really get anywhere. Monty chuckles as he helps you stand, he then supporting most of your weight as he tries to walk you back to his vehicle. All the while your eyes remained closed, trusting Monty to guide you where you need to go.

"Whoa. Hey!" A very familiar voice calls out- a voice that has you instantly grumbling. "Leaving so soon, Montgomery?"

"Yeah. Cool party, man, but I think it's time to get Y/N home."

Bryce chuckles. "Yeah, man, I saw her chugging drink after drink. She's a pro."

Monty's hold on you tightens. "Yeah." Is it just you or was that a strain in his voice? Leaving the conversation up to your boyfriend, you slump further into his side.

"Come on. Why don't you go lay her up in a room upstairs and continue partying? If she needs tending to, I don't mind watching over her for you."

His words and lilt of his voice has you scrunching your brow is distrust and disgust, you mentally scoffing as you feel Monty tense beside you. "What did you just say?"

"Come on, man," Bryce drawls. "Don't pretend your girl's a one-dude kind of chick. I mean, I'm sure you heard the rumors before you locked that down. And since I am the best you've ever hung out with, I don't see why you can't share the-"

Your eyes fly open as you feel yourself being nudged aside, you stumbling before righting yourself and watching as Monty launches himself at Bryce. Your boyfriend lands the first punch, Bryce's head snapping to the side with the force of the blow and spitting out blood a moment later. 

"Wha- Monty! Guys, stop," you shout.

But Bryce or Monty either don't hear you or don't care, and Bryce lunges back at Monty and tackles him to the ground. With your head pounding and vision swimming, you scream at them to quit their shit when you feel arms wrap around you and pull you back. You struggle briefly before you hear Jessica's reassuring voice and watch as Justin and Zach and Marcus rush in to separate the two fighting boys.

"What the fuck is your problem, Montgomery?!" Bryce, bloodied and angry, shouts.

"Fuck you, Walker. You don't get to call my girl a whore and then ask me to share her. What the fuck is your damage?"

Jessica gasps and the three boys who had broke up the fight oohh and shake their head in disbelief at Bryce.

"Fuck you, Bryce," you mutter. "Once a creep, always a creep. And if we're to start believing rumors, what about you. Huh? Like taking advantage of drunken girls, do you?"

"What did you just say?" Bryce takes a step in your direction, anger blazing in his eyes, but Zach and Marcus shove him back a few steps. 

"Not cool, man," Zach says.

"Fuck this," Justin says next. "Jess, we're leaving. Monty, give me your keys. I'll drive while you stay with Y/N in the back."

"Really? Come on, man. Don't be such pussies."

"Bryce! Take a walk, dude." Marcus shoves Bryce again, pointing for him to rejoin the party. He sighs loudly, but turns around and walks away. Marcus and Zach reluctantly follow him.

"Monty. Keys, man. You're too keyed up to drive right now anyway."

Anger still fresh, Monty digs out his car keys and tosses them to Justin without another word. He stalks towards you and Jessica releases you just as Monty wraps his arms around you. He shoves his face in the crook of your neck this time, breathing in deeply while you run your hands up and down his sides.

"You ready to go?" He mumbles.

"More than ready. Thanks for defending me."

"Don't thank me. Bryce is a douchebag. None of us want to see it, but he crossed the line tonight."

"Yeah."

Justin calls for the both of you and Monty releases you only to grab a hold of your hand. He tangles his fingers with yours while pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, blunt teeth nipping your skin and forcing a chuckle out of you. He then tugs you along, kicking open the side wooden gate and cracking one of the panels in the process.

Justin snorts when he hears the sound, he shaking his head in amusement while Jessica just laughs and skips the rest of the way to Monty's car. Then once there, Monty opens the door and lets you slide in before climbing in after you. He does't let you go far, he choosing to keep you in the middle so he can wrap his arm around your shoulders.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you sigh in contentment. "Never again," you mumble. "Bryce is officially on my shit list and I don't care who knows."

Jessica laughs from the front seat and Monty huffs a laugh as well. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. "Same, baby. After tonight, Walker's reputation will not be squeaky clean. He’s done."