Fought to Love, Love to Fight

by XxUsUk-For-LifexX

Amelia Jones pretty much ran the high school she attended. There was no one she hadn't beaten up or offended. She had never lost a fight before, for as long as she could remember, she was on top. Life was good for her, she had great friends, no one bothered her, and she was in full control. But one day Amelia's world comes crashing down, and Arthur Kirkland is to blame.

10. Bar

Amelia couldn't sleep that night, nor did she want to.

Arthur….

BUM BUM, BUM BUM

She blushed and covered her face with a pillow, screaming into it.

A-Aah…~

"STOP IT BRAIN!" She screamed into the pillow, hoping no one could hear her.

Mm…~

She sighed and pulled the pillow away from her flustered face, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm going crazy…"

Every time she closed her eyes, she would think of Arthur. And every time, the thought would get a little less innocent than the last.

'Put your hands up, this is love in America...' Her phone buzzed and lit up the dark room.

She picked it up, getting blinded by the bright light, and answering the call.

"Francine, what the hell could you want at 3 a.m?" Amelia asked, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

"What are you doing up at 3 a.m?"

"Toche…"

"Anyway, I need you to come down here."

"Why?"

"Madeline has gotten into a… situation… and we need you to kick some ass."

Amelia chuckled quietly and shook her head. "Okay, where are you guys?"

"...Ollie's."

"You mean the bar?!"

"Yeah…"

"I'm not even gonna ask…"

"Good."

"I'm on my way."

Amelia hung up and put on a pair of pants, since she wasn't wearing any before this, and a sweatshirt. She grabbed her keys and walked out of the house, going over to her motorcycle. The teen started up the vehicle, speeding towards the bar.

"Ow, ow, ow! Be gentler will ya!" Amelia whined, glaring back at Arthur.

"It's not my fault…" He grumbled.

"You're the one cleaning me!"

"You're the one who got into a fight!"

Amelia crossed her arms over her chest, sinking down into the warm water. Arthur had to give Amelia a sponge bath to clean up the cuts she couldn't reach. She had won the bar fight, but not without being hit with a few beer bottles in the process.

Arthur moved the sponge from her shoulder blades, to her mid-drift, then down to her lower back.

"Don't go so low!" Amelia squealed, blushing.

"I need to clean your cuts."

"You don't need to grope my ass though!"

"I didn't even touch there!"

"That doesn't mean that you don't want to!"

"I don't want to!"

"Sure you don't!"

"I don't!"

He ended up touching her butt.