7. Enemy Protected
Drake smirked as he saw me. 'Hey Paris! Is that you? Damn!' He said dumbly. I rolled my eyes. 'Hey Drake.' I groaned. His minions checked me out. It was gross. 'Can you please leave me alone?' I requested. Drake scoffed. 'C'mon babe. Your not seriously still hung over us beating you up, are you?' He taunted. I shook my head. 'No, I'm just scared for you dumb ass. I'm not the same Paris you know.' I warned. Drake nodded dramatically. 'Damn right! The Paris we all knew was a poor, wretched skunk. But the new Paris! So fucking sexy bro!' He claimed. I groaned. Drake was about to touch me, when a hand grabbed my wrist. I was pulled into a body, one that I knew. Taemin held me close as he glared at Drake. 'Watch it punk! No hands!' He warned. The boys all filed up next to us, anger clear in their eyes. I swear I saw J-Jong's turn red. Drake snickered. 'Who are you goths? And why you messing with Paris? You her new family?' He shot. His friends laughed, which pissed the boys off more. 'Listen here, you little piece of shit! Paris is not a toy! You mess with her, you mess with us!' Key threatened. Drake folded his arms. 'What can you do?' He challenged. Minho clenched his hands, and walked forward.
'More than you know, Fuckboy.' He warned.