Never Let You Go

            A/N: Hey guys, just a little note before you read. Another thing in this universe is that since carriers like Ash and Dan are the women in the relationship, they are called Mrs., mother, etc. Sorry if it's a little bit extreme.

                Handsome Clayton on the side :)

            "I think it's time for you to go home, my love. Enough playtime for you."

            Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. How in the hell Clayton can find me here? I thought I was already extra cautious to hide my location.

            I stand frozen while his arm wraps around my waist tightly, his other hand is slowly caressing my neck. One by one, people around us realize Clayton's presence. They stop dancing and start whispering and give us a wide breath of space. It seems that even strangers can sense Clayton's dangerous aura and decide to be as far away as possible from him.

            "L-let me go. People are staring," I squirm away from his arms, wriggling my way out. Surprise, surprise, he ignores me and tightens his grip instead.

            "So what, let them stare. It's not like I'm fucking you. I'll save that one once we get home."

            My life is officially ruined. He says that loud enough that I'm sure everyone near us can hear that. If I weren't the target of Clayton's perverted words, I'd find people's reaction to his words pretty funny. The guys look scandalized, and it seems that Clayton exudes something that makes them uncomfortable, like an animal that sees a predator ready to pounce. The girls, on the other hand, act like they are in heat or something. Lots of them are clearly mentally undressing Clayton. Take him, girls. Take him, please. I'll even give you my favorite Imagine Dragons's CD as a bonus.

            I turn around and face Clayton, hoping that if he sees my pitiful expression he will stop embarrassing me in front of the whole school. I instantly regret my move though for once I look into his intense eyes, I know that I'm doomed and there will be no way out this time. His face remains blank and unreadable, but his pitless eyes show me a brief glance of the rage he hides within.

            Realizing that I can't dodge the bullet this time, I sigh in defeat. "I'm sorry."

            Clayton grabs my arm and steers me towards the front door. Everyone quickly makes a way for us, and knowing from their face, I won't be surprised if this little show of dominance will be the newest gossip at school tomorrow. Clayton opens the passenger door and shoves me into the car.

            During the car ride, he doesn't say a word. Hell, he doesn't even glance at me. Once we've arrived at our building, he gives the car to the valet guy, Bob, and walks into the building without looking back at me. I consider staying in the car with Bob to prolong facing the reality, which will hit me in the face soon.

            To say that Bob is shocked when he gets into the car and sees me sitting there trying to look nonchalant is a big understatement. "Hi Bob! Good day at work?"

            "So far so good," he smiles at me, "aren't you supposed to come with Mr. Donahue? Why are you still in the car?"

            Although it seems that my puppy eyes look doesn't work effectively when it comes to Clayton, other people still buy it, including Bob. Especially Bob.

            "Here's the problem, Bob. Clayton... is going to take a massive dump. So, do you mind if I spend more time in here with you?" I know, I know, what an immature move. But I'm tired of people treating him like a God, and I hope by telling people that he actually is a human and acts like one too, like taking a massive dump for instance, they'll probably stop worshipping him. Judging from Bob's skeptical expression though, it seems like he doesn't buy it, so I try to convince him more, "it can get really smelly, you know. I don't want to torture my poor nose."