I know immediately that this will end disastrously, Scooter’s eyes are wild and furious.

Even though I know the answer, I ask him, “How long have you been here?” He leans back in his chair. I can see that his hands are fisted in anger. “Long enough Justin…long enough. What the fuck do you think you’re doing here Justin?”
“Look Scooter,” I shake my head… “It’s late…it’s been a really long night, can we just…”
He pushes back from the table, knocking over his chair in the process, “Are you fucking kidding me? No we can’t ‘just’! Do you have any idea what this will do to you when it gets out? And it will…trust me, it WILL fucking get out.”
“Scooter…” I start, but he rushes on.
“God dammit Justin! Are you stupid? While you’re over here playing house with Bobbi…you’re ruining everything we’ve worked for! I had no idea you were this fucking stupid!”
He is yelling now, his voice carries through the house, and I’m worried he will wake Bobbi…this is exactly what she has feared would happen, and I’m unsure of how she will react.
“Scooter!” I yell back, startling him into silence, I very rarely raise my voice to him. “I’m not ‘playing house’ with Bobbi! I love her man…I love her…do you get that? It’s not some fucking game!”
He laughs cruelly, and for the first time ever, I almost hate him… “You love her? Justin, you’re 17! You don’t love her…you love fucking her. That’s it!”
“No that’s not it…you have no idea…fuck you!” I start to walk out of the room, afraid I’ll say something I might regret.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me Justin…” he warns. And as much as I hate it, I have too much respect for him to ignore him. I stop and turn back to him, “I love her Scooter…I love her more than anything in this world…she’s it.”
“You don’t have a fucking clue Justin…you’re just a kid! Let me tell you how this is gonna go down…” He steps in closer to me and brings his pointer finger to my face. “You’ll fuck around with her for a while, someone finds out, you career? Gone! And Bobbi? Guess what happens to Bobbi? She goes to fucking jail! Does that put this little love story into perspective for you? She’s breaking the law when she fucks you…she’s breaking the fucking law!”
“First off Scooter, get your finger out of my face, I’m not 14 anymore…” Surprisingly, he steps back and drops his hand. “Secondly, you have no idea what’s going on here…I already told you, I love her Scooter…and I’m not giving her up.”
“You love her?” He laughs again, “What I heard going on in there didn’t sound a god dammed thing like love!”
I flush with rage, how dare he? How dare he act as if he knows anything about Bobbi and I? “Fuck you Scooter! Get out!” I point in the direction of the front door but he stands his ground.
“Fuck me? Fuck me? No…fuck you Justin! It’s not just your life that your screwing up…” He is screaming nearly at the top of his lungs…and although I don’t want Bobbi to wake and see this I can’t help but scream back.
“Scooter! Get the fuck out!” I repeat with greater force. I see his eyes dart away from mine to the hallway behind me, and before I even turn around, I know I’ll find her there.
She stumbles in, dazed and filled with sleep, my shirt buttoned carelessly around her, the arms hanging over her hands, hiding everything but the tips of her fingers. Her eyes race from me to Scooter, and back again over and over as the silence in the room and her terror grows more apparent in her gaze.
“Scooter, what are you doing here?” she begins tentatively. I know her, and I can see she is hoping that we have been arguing about something else.
“Just dropped by to have a little chat with the kid here Bobbi…” He points at me with mock casualness. “Course, I have to apologize for interrupting your little…well, I’m curious…what would you call that in there?” He looks at her expectantly.
“Don’t be a dick to her Scooter…if you want to be a dick…you can be a dick to me…but not to Bobbi.”
“Oh that’s sweet Justin…really heartwarming!” He smiles and then whips his eyes back to her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!? He’s 17 Bobbi! 17! You’re unbelievable! How long has this been going on?” She looks at me, and the fear mixed with anger in her eyes sickens me…she is asking me silently for the answer to Scooter’s question. “Should I tell him the truth?” she speaks to me without saying a word.
I step in to save her, “A while…” I leave it at that, and he seems momentarily satisfied. He looks at her with narrowed, hard eyes…”You’re fired…effective immediately.” He has lowered his voice as if he has solved the problem, or at least is on his way to solving the problem.
She begins to cry, and I am suddenly enraged all over again. “I don’t think so Scooter!” I shake my head and pound my fist against the table before me.
“Oh yeah…” he nods, challenging me. “She’s fired! You don’t make this call Justin…I do! I hired her!”
“Scooter…” I warn, “If you fire her…I’ll fire you so fast your fucking head will spin…and I DO make that call! Go ahead…fire her…try me.” “Oh you’ll fire me?” He is laughing again… “You’d be playing on the high school hockey team in good old Stratford right now if it wasn’t for me! Who the hell do you think you are?”
I start to speak, but Bobbi comes to my defense before I have a chance… “That’s bullshit and you know it Scooter! Justin works his ass off and he has since day one! Don’t fucking act as if he hasn’t just because you’re pissed.”
“This is all really sweet you two…but all the same…shut the fuck up Bobbi!” Scooter turns away from her, as if she doesn’t even matter anymore…as if she’s already gone.
“No Scooter, you know damn well Justin would have made it here with or without you…you’ve said it to me yourself…he’s better than all of us…he’s the special one…not us! We’re all replaceable, every one of us.”
He looks at her for a long time, and I can see in his eyes that he knows this is the case. But they’re both wrong…she isn’t replaceable. I close the space between us and wrap my arms around her, “No…you’re staying…you’re here no matter what.” I kiss her softly and then whisper the apology I had wanted to give her when she had fallen asleep.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Scooter’s screaming again, our open disregard for his presence causes his rage to flare anew. “That’s it Justin…let’s go! We’re leaving…let’s go!”
“Go home Scooter…” I hold her in my arms still.
“Go home? I don’t think so…get your shit, we’re going. And you…” He points to Bobbi, “You heard what I said…you’re fucking fired.”
"Like I said Scooter...if you fucking fire her, then you’re fired....so which is it?" Scooter glares at both of us…he’s silent
"You are aware that I’ll be 18 in a month right scooter?"
"You’re not 18 yet Justin..I'm calling your mom...I just can’t believe you would do this Bobbi...you were trusted to not do this"
I can’t seem to wrap my head around this…I knew this would happen, I knew it "Scooter listen…" I say as calmly as I possibly can, "I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, ask Justin...I told him no for months, actually for about a year now, I knew it wasn’t right but..." he gets right up in my face and I pull away from Justin.

"Bobbi, do you really want to go to jail...because like I said, that is what will happen if anyone gets wind of this…you will have millions of fucked off teenage girls...do u remember the last girl you dated Justin..huh, do you?"
I look at Justin and he just puts his head down, he knows that Scooter is right, he knows this will end up hurting us both in the end if it gets out before his birthday. "Dude quit trying to scare me, it’s not going to work...you’re an idiot obviously if you hadn’t noticed any of this…do you really even pay attention to me or am I just your pay check?"

Scooter darts across the kitchen and gets in Justin’s face "Listen to me kid, I have been here for you since the beginning, do not speak to me that way…I’ve always been in your corner, I do not want to see you make a stupid mistake!" I can see the rage building back up in Justin’s face . His fists are balled and before he can react I step in front of him "Scooter I’m sorry, I really am...I don’t know what else to say besides I’m sorry…I love my job and I’m damn good at it…you know that." he sighs and begins to pace the room rubbing his forehead but says nothing.

In the first silence since I’ve walked out here I realize that I’m only wearing Justin’s shirt thats barely buttoned and I suddenly become self conscious… "Are you okay babe? I’m so sorry…" he whispers in my ear as he wraps me in a blanket that he has grabbed off the back of the couch "yeah I’ll be fine…"

Scooter looks at us with a total look of revulsion and I honestly am surprised that he never suspected any of this...Justin is a shameless flirt but he probably just figured that’s all he was doing. I feel horribly guilty but at this point I wouldn’t give him up for anything, but I will do whatever I have to, to protect him..."Scooter seriously can we finish this later? It’s getting late…" he says
"I just don’t even know what to do with you Justin…what about your mom...does she know about any of this?"
Justin looks at me then to Scooter, "well she kind of knows to be honest, she just doesn’t know that we’re together."
"Together? Are you serious Justin? You two are worlds apart…8 years in fact!"
I throw my arms up..."Ok, I’m done with this, I’m tired…if you’re firing me Scooter then fire me but it will be a mistake and you know that...we have one month till he turns 18, if I have to go a month without seeing him then I will, but I’m done with this for the night so please just leave my apartment."
Justin wraps his arms around me again and buries his head in my neck "You’re not going one day without seeing me, don’t even think about that...we will figure this out, I promise…and no one is getting fired!" he glares at Scooter who looks at us again with complete disgust and shakes his head "I’m not done with you two yet." he says and storms out the door. ****** I hear the door slam behind Scooter, but my eyes are on Bobbi. She slumps against the table and lowers her head. “I knew this was going to happen…I knew it.” Her voice shakes and I hear the tears she is struggling against. “It’s going to be okay Bobbi…I know Scooter better than anyone…he’ll come around.”
I walk towards her and take her face in my hands, tilt it up and kiss her gently. “You think?” she asks quietly. “Yeah…I do.” I assure her. “I can’t believe the way you stood up to him…I’ve never seen you be so…” she searches for the right word, “So…I don’t know.” “You liked that didn’t you?” I laugh a little and kiss her again, and lift her up onto the table. “Justin…” she tries to push me away, but she smiles and doesn’t try very hard…she really doesn’t want me to stop. “What? Do you want me to stop?” I tease as I pop two of the buttons that are covering her breasts. She moans softly, but doesn’t answer…she doesn’t have to. My lips go to her left nipple, which is already hard against my mouth. Her hands rake through my hair and she pulls me closer as I flick my tongue in circles around it. She parts her legs and allows me to move closer to her, I run my hand up to her neck and lower her down onto the table. Her eyes have started to drift closed, but I call her name… “Bobbi…look at me.” Her gaze finds me as my fingertips begin to play against her clit. It is already slick with her growing desire for me, and they glide over it like silk. “Everything is going to be alright.” I promise her once more. She nods lazily and then moans, “Just fuck me Justin…I don’t want to think.”
I pop the button on my pants and let them fall before moving in close to her once again…my cock pulses wildly in my grasp and a low groan of relief slips from me as I slide into her gently, in contrast with the rough treatment she received earlier. I move inside her slowly, trailing my hands from her stomach to her throat over and over, her skin a steady silken stream beneath my hands. Her own hands tangle in my hair as she moans and sighs my name so quietly I can barely hear her… “Oh god Justin…faster…” she begs in a whisper. I thrust into her with greater force as she moans loudly in appreciation. She opens her eyes and they burn into my own… “I’m going to cum Justin…Oh shit…don’t stop!” I am struck with the sudden urgent need to taste her, she whines in frustration as I pull my cock from her and drop to my knees. But she pulls my mouth against her firmly the moment my lips touch her. I draw her swollen clit past my lips and dart my tongue quickly against it inside my mouth. I have brought her so close before this, that seconds later she is shaking and screaming with orgasm, tugging roughly on my hair as she screams and writhes above me. My fist flies up and down the length of my cock until she begins to calm, and I rise to my feet and plunge inside her deeply once more. I am barely inside her before I am cumming, pumping her furiously full to the brim, my hand softly pressed against her chest to hold her in place. “What are we going to do?” She whispers as I ease myself down into her as we relax against each other. “Let’s go away for a few days…” I suggest, my face buried in her soft curls. “Where?” she sounds relieved and excited.
“Anywhere you want to go…anywhere in the world…I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” I promise her.