Inexperienced

"No means no you little fucker"

I looked up to see who my guardian angel was and saw Jon.

"Jon!" I gasped. He pulled me into his arms and I held on for dear life.

"Shit, Karen. Are you okay? Who the fuck is that?"

"Jon! Hey, what's going on? What happened?" I heard a familiar voice ask. I saw Patrick and Brandon rushing over to us.

As soon as they saw me clutching on to Jon, Jon's bloody hand, and Jon 2.0 knocked out on the floor, they put two and two together and went into defense mode.

"What the fuck happened?" Patrick asked.

"Karen, are you okay," Brandon asked.

"I'm...I...can't...," I tried speaking but I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't breathe. The club seemed to get smaller and even more crowded. I felt trapped.

Oh no.

"Karen, what's wrong?" Jon asked.

I couldn't catch my breath. I felt my chest tighten and my throat close.

"Panic...attack...get...me...out....PLEASE," I barely managed to get out.

"She's having a panic attack. Let's get her out of here," I heard someone say.

They rushed me out the door and into the cool air. God, that felt good. But I still couldn't breathe.

"Alright," Jon said, "It's okay, you're gonna be okay. Just relax." He said, looking into my eyes.

Under different circumstances, I would have lost my breath if we were in the same position we were currently in.

It wasn't helping.

Jon wiped my checks. I hadn't realized I was crying until I heard me sobbing.

I used to get panic attacks back in high school. I managed to get them under control but this was so much worse.

"It's okay. Shh," he said, hugging me.

"Dude she's not getting any better," Brandon said.

"I know that! I'm trying to get her to calm down," Jon snapped.

"Shut up! You guys are making it worse! Move out of the way Jon," Patrick said.

Jon didn't even hesitate and moved away immediately. He stood helplessly as Patrick took his place.

"Hey baby girl. You're okay. You're safe now," he said gently, "We're going to sit down okay?"

I nodded and let him lead me to the curb. I sat down on the cool pavement and he stayed at my side. He put his arms gently around me and held my hand.

"You're doing great baby. Can you look up at me?"

I looked up at him and focused on his eyes.

"There you go. You're fine. It's okay," he said. "Here, focus on my heartbeat."

He placed my hand on his chest and I felt his heartbeat under my hand.

"Let's count my heartbeats okay?"

We started counting his heartbeats, our eyes never breaking contact.

We got to 27 when my heart rate and breathing started to slow down.

Patrick sighed and pulled me into him.

"Thank you," I whispered. "How did you know what to do?"

"I used to get panic attacks when I was younger," he said.

I shivered and began to realize how cold it actually was. I felt something cover my shoulders and looked up to see Brandon.

"Hey, you," I said.

"Hey," he smiled down at me. "Come on, let's get you home."

Kaner helped me up and I pulled Brandon's jacket tighter around me. It smelled like him. It was nice.

I saw Jon behind Brandon. He smiled softly walked over to me.

Oh Jon, my guardian angel.

I immediately went in for a hug. He hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

"Let's go home," he said.

Brandon called a cab and it was there in a matter of minutes. Jon, Patrick, and I got on but Brandon stayed behind to update the others.

I sat in between the guys and I had never felt safer. These boys were my heroes. I held both of their hands for the entire ride back home.

"You know, there are girls that would kill to be in my place right now," I said.

Kaner chuckled and squeezed my hand. "There's the Karen we know and love."

"Only you would say something like that after what just happened," Jon added.

"Im serious! I'm squeezed in between two incredibly hot guys who also happen to be knights in shining armor!" I giggled.

"How drunk are you right now?" Kaner asked.

Literally right after he said that, Beyoncé's Drunk In Love started playing on the radio.

We stared at each other and broke out laughing.

"How freaky is that!?" I laughed.

The cab stopped right in front of our place and we got out. Jon payed the cab and caught up with us at the entrance.

"I'm going to walk you guys up okay?" He said.

I grabbed his hand and led him towards the elevator. When we got to our floor, Kaner kissed me goodnight and walked into his place but not before having some private chat with Jon.

I walked into my place and Jon followed. I hung Brandon's jacket up. Shit. I have to remember to give that back to him tomorrow or something.

"Is it cool if I crash here tonight?" He asked. "I don't want to leave you alone tonight," he said softly, "If that's okay with you of course."

I stared at him. "Oh. Umm yea definitely. That's cool."

Jon is staying here. Okay. Be cool. Be cool.

"There's an extra toothbrush in the bathroom and I think I have one of your shirts that you can sleep in," I said walking towards my room.

"You have one of my shirts?" Jon asked as he followed me into my closet.

"Yea you left it here that one time you spilled beer all over yourself. I washed it but forgot to give it back to you." Thank god my back was turned to him so he wouldn't see how much I was blushing.

"Oh. Thanks." He said.

I found the shirt and handed it to him. He grabbed it but pulled me into him too. We stood there hugging for what felt like and hour but was probably only a minute.

"I don't even want to think of what could've happened to you tonight," he whispered, "I'm just so glad you're okay."

"Thanks to you," I said. I pulled back to look at him. "You saved me you know?"

I reached up and kissed his cheek. I swear I saw him blush too.

"I'll always be there for you. Just don't get yourself into a situation like that again, please. I don't think my heart can handle that again. Why were you with him anyway?"

How do I even answer that? Oh, I was jealous of your stupid bimbo girlfriend and I was pissed at you so I attempted to make you jealous but almost got myself killed or something in the process.

"Um. I don't know," I mumbled.

Jon stared down at me, his eyes narrowing as he tried tried to figure it out.

"Okay. Well, it's really late. You should get some sleep," he said dropping it.

We walked out of my closet and he walked out of my room and into the guest bedroom.

His door was open just wide enough for me to see him change out of his shirt and into the one I gave him.

Oh dear lord. This was going to be a long night.

Notes

I know it's really short but my phone deleted what I had written:/
I'll try and update tomorrow
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