Fighting

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Angela was chopping onions when Hallie stuck her head into the kitchen to tell her that she had a phone call. She wiped her hands on the cloth beside her cutting board and walked over to pick up the receiver.

"Hello?" she says into the phone.

"Angelica! What's up, girlfriend?" Angela rolls her eyes at Rayanne's question.

"Rayanne, I'm working." Shouldn't she know that since she called her at work?

"Well, you shouldn't be working. You should be at the loft. Catalano is down and there are vultures like circling all around him." Rayanne laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean he's down?" He seemed fine when she talked to him on the phone that morning.

"He's pining away for you. He's been messing up while they're rehearsing and now he's sitting on the couch over there with his eyes closed." Rayanne puts her hand over the receiver and yells to someone in the background. "Hey, Angel food cake, I gotta go. Just thought you'd want to know about you know who moving in on lover boy."

Angela is left holding the receiver, listening to a dial tone. She hangs the phone up and mumbles to herself. "This is just freakin' great. I'm stuck here and Cynthia is with my boyfriend."

She goes back to chopping onions, but all she can think about is Cynthia Hargrove and all of her recent run ins with her. The latest one just yesterday in the girls bathroom.

Angela had just left Jordan at his locker and went into the bathroom. She was leaving the stall when Cynthia walked into and intentionally bumped into her, making her drop her backpack.

"Oops. I didn't see you there." Cynthia's cronies just laugh as Cynthia says, "Oh, look. It's Catalano's little virgin princess."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Angela bends to pick up her bag. "Just shut up, Cynthia." She moves over to the sink to wash her hands.

Cynthia walks over to stand at the sink beside her. Looking in the mirror, she starts to reapply her make up. Meeting Angela's eyes in the mirror, she says, "What I don't understand is how Jordan ended up with someone like you. I mean, come on. Jordan Catalano is such a horn dog. I remember when he used to meet me in the boiler room everyday. Sometimes more than once. And now he's gone months without it? Yeah, right." Her friends are standing around, laughing as Cynthia needles her.

"How is this any of your business? And I could care less what Jordan did with you or anyone else for that matter." Angela wipes her wet hands on her jeans because, once again, there are no paper towels. "Our relationship is about more than sex. I'm sorry that you had to resort to that to get him to notice you. It's sad when you think about it, really."

"You don't know anything about it, little girl. All I'm saying is that if you insist on holding out on him, he's gonna move on. And if you do give it up, once the novelty of your little innocent ass wears off, he'll probably move on anyway. A guy like Jordan who likes sex so much wants a girl that can please him. I'll be waiting when he's ready." Cynthia gives her a wicked grin. "I can't wait. I bet he'll be begging for it."

Angela, knowing that Cynthia was just pushing her buttons, rolls her eyes and turns for the door. "Whatever, Cynthia. I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. You wouldn't want to kill off the rest of your brain cells. As much as I'd love to stick around and chat with you, Jordan, you know, my boyfriend, is waiting to walk me to class."

Angela had left the bathroom extremely pissed off. When Jordan had asked about it, she told him that she had a headache and it was making her cranky. He had seemed to buy it. She really didn't want to tell him that Cynthia was constantly trying to pick a fight with her. Maybe it was time she did.

She thinks about what Cynthia said and she starts to get angrier by the second. She knows that after what happened yesterday, it was no coincidence that Cynthia was at the loft. Maybe she should just pretend to be sick so that her dad will let her leave. Or maybe she just needed to confide in him so that he would understand.

Making up her mind, she cleaned her work area and went in search of her dad. She really needed to get to the loft and deal with this mess before it spiraled out of control. Her dad was surprisingly nice about her wanting to get off early. He gave her some cash to pay for a cab and sent her on her way.


Jordan, Shane and Tommy were practicing at the loft. They'd been working on the same song for over an hour and something wasn't right with it so they decided to take a break.

Jordan walked over to sit on the sofa with his guitar, playing the chorus over and over to himself trying to figure out why it wasn't working. Getting frustrated, he sits his guitar down on the floor beside him and leans his head against the back of the cushions, closing his eyes.

He was missing Angela. They hadn't spent much time together lately outside school. She was working in her dad's restaurant almost every night and he was still working at his uncle's garage and their schedules never seemed to match up.

Damn it. Maybe I should just go by the restaurant and see her tonight. We're not getting anything done around here anyway.

He opens his eyes and looks around the loft. Shane is standing in the corner talking to some chick he doesn't know and Tommy has his head in the refrigerator. Tino and Graff are sitting together in the hammock. Even though Tino isn't with the band anymore, he still comes to the loft to hang out. Over on the other side of the room he sees Cynthia Hargrove hanging around with some of her friends.

"Shit," he mumbles to himself. Angela's going to be pissed when she finds out Cynthia was here when she wasn't.

Angela had a good reason not to trust that girl. Every chance she got she threw herself at Jordan, no matter how many times he told her no. One time over the summer, she had came on to him at one of Tino's parties in front of Angela. That's why they had stopped going.

He gets up, grabs his guitar and puts it in it's case. He decides to head out so that he can swing by the restaurant. As he's walking over to tell Shane and Tommy, Cynthia steps into his path. "Where ya' going, Jordan? You leaving so soon?"

"Move, Cynthia. I'm not in the mood for your crap tonight." He tries to step around her, but she puts her hand on his chest. "What the hell, Cyn?"

"C'mon, Catalano. You know you want what I'm offering. I know that little girlfriend of yours is holding out on you. You should hear her going on about it to Graff. 'Oh, Rayanne, I so want to do it, but I'm scared.' Whatcha you want a scared little girl for, anyway? I'll give you what you want." She laughs and stands closer to him. "You know that I know what I'm doing."

"Cynthia, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not interested? Why can't you just accept that I'm with Angela? Why do you gotta say shit about her, huh? Do you want me to embarrass you in front of all these people?" Jordan takes a step back from her and goes to move around her again.

Cynthia chuckles and takes his hand. "She wouldn't even have to know. I won't tell her, if you don't."

Everyone has stopped what they were doing and is now watching Jordan and Cynthia. Rayanne starts to get up, but Tino stops her. No one seems to notice that Angela had walked in the door. She'd come in right about the time Jordan was telling Cynthia that he was with her now and that she should accept it.

Jordan pulls his hand away and pushes it through his hair. "Why are you doing this, Cyn? Do you think so little of yourself? I DON'T WANT YOU. How else do I need to say it?"

"Oh, I think that was pretty clear, Jordan." Everyone turns to look at Angela. "Cynthia, why don't you leave my boyfriend alone? He just told you in a room full of people that he doesn't want you. Please don't embarrass yourself anymore than you already have."

Cynthia laughs out loud. "Honey, I'm not embarrassed. I've already had him and when he gets tired of waiting around on you to give it up, he'll come to me." She steps right up to Jordan and runs her finger across his cheek. "You know where to find me, Catalano." He stepped back again out of her reach.

Angela, who had had about enough of Cynthia's crap, walks across the room, straight over to her and grabs her by the hair. She pulls her around to her and throws a punch right to her face.

For a second, no one moves. They can't believe that Angela Chase just threw a punch. By the time they all get over the shock, Angela and Cynthia are rolling around on the floor pulling at each others hair.

Jordan, who is closest to them, grabs Angela around the waist and pulls her off Cynthia. She tries to shake him off, but he holds on tight. "Ang, that's enough," he says to her.

Cynthia gets up off the floor and touches her hand to her mouth. Her lip is split and she has a scratch across her cheek. She wipes at the blood running down her chin as she looks over to Angela and Jordan. She watches as Jordan tucks Angela's hair back and runs his hand over her cheek, inspecting what is sure to be a bruise tomorrow.

"You little bitch. You better be glad he stopped us, or I would have kicked your skinny little ass," Cynthia bites out through clenched teeth.

"Cynthia, I'm not afraid of you. Just stay the fuck away from my boyfriend. He doesn't want you, so keep your damn hands off him. If you don't, next time I'll make sure that he won't be there to pull me off." Angela takes Jordan by the hand and pulls him out the door, heading straight for his car. She gets in the passenger side and lays her head back on the seat with her eyes closed.

Holy shit. Angela just beat the crap out of Cynthia. There I am, trying to get Cynthia to leave me alone and in swoops Angela. Damn, I love that girl.

Jordan opens his door and gets behind the wheel. He can't help but smile as he sneaks a peek at Angela. She's not looking at him, so he thinks she must be embarrassed. "Hey, are you ok?" He reaches over to take her hand.

When she turns to him, she starts laughing her head off. It doesn't take long for him to join in. "Yeah, I'm ok."

"Wow, Angela. What the hell was that?" He pulls her closer to him and quickly kisses her. "I've never seen you like that before."

"Well, I couldn't take it anymore. I'm tired of that bitch throwing herself at you. And no one is allowed to touch you but me." She moves her hand up and runs it through his hair.

"I don't think you have to worry about that anymore," he says, grinning.

"Hey, Dad let me off early. I don't have to be home until 11." She reaches over to squeeze his leg.

"How did you manage that? I thought you had to work til 11." He covers her hand with his.

"Rayanne called and told me that Cynthia was on the prowl, so I told him that I had something important that I needed to take care of. He didn't even ask any questions." He'd just told her not to get home late.

She gets on her knees and climbs in his lap. She covers his mouth with hers, hungrily kissing him. Before long, he's got his hands up her shirt and she's grinding against him. "Jordan, take me somewhere." She trails kisses across his face and down his neck.

He pushes her back so he can look at her face. "What? Now?" She just nods her head. "Angela? You're sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything." She gets off his lap and sits beside him.

He kisses her on the cheek before starting the car. Pulling out of the parking lot, he heads toward his house. The whole ride, they don't say a word. Angela rests her head against his shoulder and his arm is around her. When they get there, he cuts the engine and opens the door.

Taking her by the hand, he heads in the house, saying, "Dad's working night shift this week. Don't worry, we won't be interupted."

He doesn't stop until they're in his bedroom. He falls back on the bed and pulls her down on top of him. "Babe, I love you. But we don't have to do this if you aren't ready, you know? We've waited this long."

"Trust me, Jordan, I'm ready. I've been ready. I want you to make love to me. Now, tonight." She kisses him softly. "I love you."

"Oh, Babe, I'll do whatever you want me to." He rolls her over and lays on top of her. When he feels her tremble beneath him, he says, "Don't be afraid. We'll go slow. I'll take care of you."

She says, "I'm not afraid." She looks up into his eyes. She can see everything she's feeling reflected back at her. She smiles softly at him. Sliding her hands up into his hair, she pulls his face down to hers and kisses him.

OH, BOY... this chapter was so long that I had to split it into two. Thank you for all the reviews and PM's asking me to continue. TBH, it kinda felt like I was wasting my time on this story when I could have been writing for the other two. As I've always said, as long as you're reading, I'll keep writing! I just like writing about our favorite couple. It's going to get interesting in the next few chapters, so stick with me. ~gagirl29