A/N: The last chapter was a little too short for my liking, I hope this makes up for it

Back at the hotel

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

Amy looked down at her cell phone, she had just gotten a message from John stating simply "come over. Taking a deep breath she ran her hands over the back of her jeans and knocked on his door. 'That bastard had it coming' she told herself 'think of the smug look on his face this morning'. The door opened and she looked up at John he looked tortured.

"Hey Johnny.." She trying to come off as complacent as possible.

"What did I walk in on today?" He replied ignoring her question as his blue eyes bore into hers.

"Oh nothing really, I was just being a good friend," She replied smiling. John grimaced almost forcing her to consider telling him the truth. What was with this guy and the effect he had on her? "Either way it's none of your business. I'm your whore not your girlfriend." She added regaining her composure.

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right

John growled at her assertion, in one swift motion he had caught her shoulders, jerked her into his arms, and captured her lips in a kiss of savage, insolent sensuality. The instant he touched her, Amy's heart quickened at its pace despite the anger she felt towards him. John groaned gentling the kiss yet deepening it hungrily.

"And this is all you want?" She whispered breathlessly as he continued kissing a trail down her neck. She willed herself not to moan but he intrinsically knew all her weaknesses. 'There must have been hundreds before me for him to be this good' she reminded herself. She was pulled from her thoughts as the touch of his lips burned against hers again with the passion he had harboured for so long. John pressed her tighter against him as she tried her best to deny him the pleasure of knowing the effect he had on her.

"Would you be resisting so much if I was Adam?" He asked her hoarsely, she could hear the jealousy in his voice.

"Would you care either way?" She replied knowing his response.

"I don't like to share." he growled against her lips.

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

An hour later Amy lay next to John she hated to admit it but he was pretty good in bed. She couldn't help but enjoy how it felt to be with someone again. After Adam she had abstained from men completely. Sometimes all she wanted to do was just be held by someone and not have to worry about her reputation or her career. 'But he isn't that someone, all he wants is the sex. No strings' a voice reminded her yet again. She moved to get dressed but he kept his vice like hold of her around her body as he turned his head "who said we were done?" he asked.

"I do, because quite frankly if you can go another round then your obviously the spawn of superman."

"Then why not stay here, it doesn't have to be sex every second."

"I might be your whore but when it's all said and done I have no reason to stay with you." She replied coldly.

John's eyes narrowed, "Running back to Adam already?" He replied harshly as he let go of her.

"Why the hell does it matter so much to you who I go running back to? You've gotten what you wanted." She shot back whilst putting her jeans back on.

"Because maybe I don't wanna treat you like a whore," He cried, "Ever thought maybe you're the one that decided that's how you wanted it to be."

He had a point and she knew it, his second in a day. She wanted to stab him with it. But she wouldn't let him know that. Instead she let out a bitter laugh "Sure, like I'd ever consider you a friend." She said before she walked out of his room.

And it's you when I look in the mirror

John tried to lie in bed and forget about their exchange. She had really messed with his head earlier, he knew it was deliberate and his better judgement told him there was nothing between Adam and Amy except friendship. But he couldn't help but remember that they had been 'just friends' before she had cheated on Matt. He had to get out he thought, he looked in the mirror as he adjusted his hat. He didn't know if he liked what the guy looking back was doing, but he knew his motives were real and that's all that mattered. Right?

Amy walked through the wet unfamiliar streets, cars rushed past and drunken revellers left the clubs that lined the street she was currently walking on. She had to clear her head, she knew if she let herself accept John she would inevitably get hurt. It was a fact of life, no strings sex always ended with the girl getting romantically attached. It was in her DNA she knew as hard as she tried not to, it would eventually happen.

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

As she looked up she noticed Nicky and the rest of his male cheerleader buddy's leave the club ahead of her they were obviously drunk, she put her head down, determined to walk past unnoticed. Nicky had, had a crush on her from the moment he had arrived everyone knew about it because she had rejected him so many times before, she couldn't help but smile when she thought about the tally count Lillian had started. She was almost past them when she felt someone grab her elbow and yank her towards him. "Hey Nicky doesn't she look like Amy?" the one holding her said. Already angry Amy pulled herself away from him and attempted to keep walking but another member grabbed her.

"Yeah it is Amy!" He exclaimed

"Piss off," She cried getting increasingly annoyed and worried at the sight of the five men.

"Only if you come with us." Johnny replied as the group closed in on her, Amy looked for ways out as she edged closer to the brick wall as the entrance of the alleyway next to the club. 'Shit. Shit. Shit' she thought annoyed at herself for getting into a position like this. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Nicky approach her.

"You know they won't hurt you if you just went on one date with me." He stated sinisterly the smell of alcohol thick in his breath. That was when something inside Amy snapped, she was sick of guys thinking they could have their way with her by threatening her, Nicky picked the wrong day to be a jerk. Pulling him to her she kneed him hard in the groin he groaned before falling to his knee's, the other members soon descended upon her as she tried to kick and claw her way out. But there was just too many of them.

Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

John hadn't been walking long when he heard the commotion, looking up he saw the Spirit Squad. They were alright guys in his opinion, a little over zealous at times but they had never bugged him. He could tell they were drunk and was preparing to walk straight past when he heard her. 'Let go' she yelled she sounded so helpless to him. Walking over like a man possessed he ploughed through the group "What the hell are you guys doing" he asked angrily

"Trying to get Amy to join our party." They replied.

John coud see the fear in her eyes.

"I don't know if you've noticed guys but I don't think she's interested." He said trying to keep calm, reminding himself that five on two were not favourable odds.

"She doesn't have to be," Kenny replied.

John liked to think he was a patient man (the rest of the world tended to disagree) but after 30 seconds of watching the drunken morons paw at his girl he lost it. He didn't care how many there were they were all going to hell tonight he thought as he sent his fist in all directions. Minutes later broken and bleeding he had Amy in his arms. She could barely stand after all that she had been through tonight. She had helped him with some of the guys, he cursed when he saw the tears in her eyes, and scooping her into his arms he took her back to his room.

Growing up with all brothers he really didn't know what to do with a crying female, but holding her seemed like a good idea. Her quiet sniffles ate away at him, so he tightened his arms around her. Brushing her hair away from her face he tried to wipe away the endless tears that marked tiny streams down her cheeks. He saw the aching despair in her eyes and wished that their exchange that night hadn't taken place.

"I'm sorry about all of this," She whispered tracing a finger along his cheekbone that was beginning to bruise, "You didn't have to rescue me, but I'm glad you did"

"What can I say, I'm here when you want me and I'll be here when you don't," He replied smiling. "Meanwhile for a someone who doesn't like to cuddle you seem very comfortable right now." He smirked

"Sometimes a little cuddling isn't bad." she replied smiling through her tears.

"But someone like you deserves so much more." He whispered before realising he had said it aloud.

"Be careful," she whispered looking up at him, "Someone could mistake you for having feelings for me"

Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own