The olympians forbidden young love

Clara’s POV I turned 17 this week and my friends decided we should go out out. It’s not something I’ve ever done before but my older sister lent me her ID and I guess you only live once. I can be pretty shy and awkward but I feel like sometimes I’m missing out on being young and having fun so I thought why not. The evening started well with a few bars and lots of laughing, but once we were in a club dancing in front of my friends made me nervous so I’ve had a couple of shots… or 4 or 5! I may regret this in the morning but right now I was just enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling. Unfortunately clubs seem to be full of mainly creepy guys, but me and my girlfriends had been dancing in a circle to keep them out. ‘Want another drink?’ I asked Gia. ‘I’m ok’ she grinned back, so I headed over to the bar by myself. I had to squeeze my way to a spot at the front, I leaned against the bar, my dress was kinda short but this place was hot and I felt sweaty! The cool bar felt good, I looked around trying to catch a bar tenders attention when something caught mine! Or I should say someone. He looked amazing… dark lush hair, dark chocolate eyes, chiselled jaw and don’t get me started on his arms! He was wearing a fitted but not overly tight t, but obviously feeling the heat in here same as me so it clung lightly to his toned body, the outline of a 6 pack teasing me through the material. Suddenly he caught my eye, for a moment our gaze was locked, I could feel my face lighting up, he gave me a little wink and quickly I looked away. I must be drunker than I realised, out of my league didn’t even begin to cover it. Suddenly someone grabbed my arse under my dress- I let out a shriek and tried to turn round but a body was pressing me into the bar. ‘Hey sexy’ a voice drooled into my ear, ‘you and your friends have been blocking me all night, but I’ve finally caught you, how about we get out of here’. I started to struggle but this creep was huge and he was still pinning me against the bar and starting to get even more carried away with his hands. ‘Get your hands off my date’ a cold voice cut in. The guy pinning me stepped back just enough for me to spin round, shocked… Last time I checked I definitely wasn’t on a date! The guy who had been pinning me to the bar was huge, he must be at least 6 ft 2, in his 30s and looked like he lived on steroids and steak, his head looked tiny stuck on his overly muscled shoulders, his clothes looked about ready to rip at the scenes, and there squaring up to him was the cute guy from the bar, he winked at me again, ‘You ok sweetheart’ he asked. I swallowed and nodded… a fit guy saving me is one of the things I often daydreamed about (did I mention I live a pretty sheltered life!), but the perve who’d only just taken his hands off my butt was a couple of inches taller and easily 80lbs heavier than my ‘hero’ so I didn’t see this ending well.  ‘F*** off pretty boy, I’ve been watching her body all night, its been screaming out for some action from a man like me and I know you’ve been no way near her so go back to your little friends’ the perv said, before turning and roughly trying to press his body against mine… 1 second later he was crumbling to the floor, the cute guy had punched him in the side f his neck so quick I almost missed it, ‘Quick’ he said, grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the exit ‘we don’t really want to make a scene’. Still shocked I followed him out onto the street, he turned to face me and looked deep into my eyes with so much concern but I was more caught up in how attractive he as than what had just happened. ‘Are you ok?’ I nodded and grinned like a giddy school girl… so embarrassing, but I guess that’s kind of what I am. ‘I don’t want to pressure you but I saw the whole thing and I think we should call the police before he gets a chance to do a runner’. ‘We can’t’ I stammered…. He looked confused. ‘It’s ok, I saw what he did, people like him shouldn’t be left unchecked, he could have hurt you’, his voice was soft but his eyes were angry and burning into me. ‘I’m only 17… I used my sisters ID to get in’. I glanced up to see him roll his eyes and drag his hands through his hair. ‘I can’t, please’ I said. ‘Wait here’ he said, gently placing me against the wall of the club, before stepping over to the bouncers a couple of meters away and having a frantic whispered conversation. If I’d been more aware of my surroundings I might have noticed how familiar they seemed with him and how the two huge muscly guys were nodding respectfully to everything he said. But what had just nearly happened to me was finally sinking in, I suddenly felt cold, scared and ashamed. He came back to me and draped a jacket over my shoulders but I just stared at the floor… suddenly Gia and the girls were there smothering me in hugs, and then a large black private taxi was in front of us on the street and we were all bundling in. I glanced back and there he was, on the street, I couldn’t read his expression but he watched the car until it turned a corner and we were gone.