The Fight

Amy rushed home. She couldn't go very fast with her backpack weighing her down, but she just had to avoid Ian and Hamilton.

She fiddled with her key chain struggling to get out the right key. Looking behind her she saw Ian's limo pull into the apartment complex's driveway. Behind him came Hamilton who had obviously ran all the way here, though he hadn't broken a sweat.

She rushed inside and closed the door. A bad feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. Nellie was there, who's parents were now her legal guardians. She flung herself onto the couch next to Nellie and began sobbing.

"Whoa kiddo what's wrong?"

"Don't call me kiddo! Ian and Hamilton are both out there and I'm scared of what might happen!" she exclaimed.

"What do you mean you're scared of what might happen?" Nellie said with a confused look in her eyes.

"This morning at school, Ian showed up and he asked me to have lunch with him but then Hamilton showed up when I was in English class and at lunch when I told him what happened he started talking about how Ian always beat him and he got really mad." Amy explained hurriedly only stopping in between for breaths.

"Well come on! We can't let Hamilton murder Ian!" Nellie said frantically.

After Nellie and Amy got outside they realized that they were too late. Hamilton was attacking Ian and Ian was dodging punches looking like a ballerina. Amy went down the steps three at a time with Nellie at her heels.

"Hamilton! What the hell are you doing? Stop chasing Ian!" Nellie exclaimed.

"Both of you s-stop!" Amy said starting to stutter once again.

Ian had just ducked a punch and hit Hamilton hard in the jaw. Crap. For a skinny rich boy he could punch!

Amy tried to break up the fight. She couldn't let Hamilton get hurt...or Ian.

Before Amy could make it to them the driver got something out, held it up to his lips, and Hamilton collapsed. Amy ran to his side. Ian was panting and standing above her.

"What the hell did the driver just do to him?" she exclaimed.

"Nothing that would kill him, just enough to knock him out for a while."

Amy stood up and did something oddly out of character. She kicked Ian in the shin.

"YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR CHAUFFEUR GO AROUND AND FREAKIN' INJECT POISON INTO PEOPLE!" Amy stopped and regained control. "You know what? I don't what to go on that date anymore. And you can suck it!"

Ian stood with a confused look on his face. Had Amy Cahill just told him to suck it?