She's the Prettiest Girl in the Club and She Can Prove It With a Pair of Brass Knuckles

"Jamia? Whats wrong? What happened?"
Frank was shooting questions at the soaked, crying Jamia standing infront of his door. All she could do was hug herself tighter and look down while her sobs shock her small frame softly. Frank was beyond worried now and he wanted to know what made Jamia this sad. All she did was cry even harder and shake her head, so Frank stepped aside, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her inside. Jamia immediately hugged Frank‘s waist tightly, clutching to his shirt as her sobs became even more desperate.
All of the family that were in the house had seen what was going on and were now staring at the couple that made their way upstairs to Franks room. Frank locked eyes with his grandfather for a second who was looking back at him with a worried expression written over his face.

As soon as they reached the door, Frank opened it to let Jamia enter first, closing it softly behind him.
“Do you wanna change your clothes first Jamia? I mean you’re soaked…you’ll catch a cold..“
Jamia nodded softly, starting to strip down to her underwear. Frank blushed madly and made his way over to his closet, pulling out an old Black Flag shirt and a pair of pyjama pants. After Jamia had changed into Franks clothes and her crying had died down a bit, she looked at Frank with the most guilty expression ever.
“You were right..b-bout Jake..“
“What do you mean I was right?“
Frank said while he wrapped his blanket around Jamias shoulders, sitting down next to her on his bed and handing her a cup of tea he just made for her.
“Bout him…o-only wanting me in one way..“
Jamia sniffed softly again and took a sip of the tea, putting it aside and cuddling up to Frank.
“What do you..wait. Did he hurt you? Did he force himself on you? Jamia I swear to god what did he do?“
Frank was fuming by now, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets of his bed too hard.
Jamia starterd to cry softly again and clutched onto Frank‘s shirt tightly.
“He..he touched me..and..tried to…to…take off my pants..and…“
By now she was full on crying again and Frank couldn‘t do anything else than hold her close to his chest and trying not to run over to Jake‘s house and kill him right now.
“I’m sorry..for..n-not believing you earlier..“
Jamia sniffed, guilt written all over her face.

“Look Jamia, it ain’t your fault that the guy is a complete nutsack..“

Jamia giggled softly at that, looking into Frank’s eyes deeply. And in that moment, Frank didn’t care. He didn’t care about his parents, his friends, his bands, his school life, anything. In this moment he knew he would do anything for this girl. He looked back into her red, swollen eyes softly, letting every emotion he felt for her show clearly. Right in this moment, Jamia was breaking down his barriers and he knew it. He knew she was reading him like an open book. And did he care? Not at all.
He placed his hand on Jamia’s cheek softly, stroking his thumb over her red, blushing skin tenderly. Frank softly leaned closer to Jamia’s face, not once breaking eye contact with her.
Jamia was now full on blushing, holding onto Frank’s shoulders for support as everything else went to jelly with Frank’s face so close to hers. As she could feel his hot breath on her lips, and the tip of his nose touching hers softly, she could swear her pulse was going nuts.
Frank giggled softly, his breath tickling Jamia’s lips.
“You know..I always thought you were the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen..“
With that, Frank softly closed the gap and before Jamia could comprehend the words, she felt something she had never felt before. Electricity shooting through her whole body. Frank’s soft lips lay on her's in an innocent way, but it was already enough to make her head spin. Jamia kissed Frank back softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as his arms found the way around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. As the kiss became more intense and Frank’s tongue found his way into Jamia’s mouth, she made a surprised noise and pulled away softly, resting her forehead against Frank’s.
“We don’t wanna take it too far do we..“
She said softly, resting her head on Frank’s chest once again. They both stayed silent for a moment, processing what had just happened in their minds.

After a few minutes of silence, Frank spoke up.
"You know I wont let him get away with this right?"
Jamia knew that this was going to come eventually, so she just nodded softly and cuddled closer to Frank's chest, still feeling pretty confused about what had just happened.
"Yes I know. But before you go, are we...I mean do we...can we..."
Jamia stuttered, looking into Frank's eyes shyly, once again turning crimson.
"The answer is yes. If you want to that is..."
She decided to answer his question by softly placing her lips on his, taking him by surprise.
"I take that as a yes. I will be right back. Why don't you watch a movie while I'm gone baby?"
They both froze after they realised what Frank had just called Jamia, and the huge grin she was looking at Frank with made his insides feel warm and fuzzy. And yes, he liked it very much.
"Sure..handsome."
Jamia winked at him after she said the words, making it Frank's turn to finally blush as he put on his shoes and jacket and headed out his front door.

Frank was not gonna let that Jake dude get away with this. Not this time.

As he finally reached the dude's house and knocked on his front door, he was already ready to throw his first punch and break the pretty boy's nose. And that was jusst what he did when the door opened. He punched him right in the face and Jake tumbled backwards and fell on his back.
"What the fuck dude?!"
Jake screeched, as he immediately held his nose that was now bleeding freely, blood trickling down his chin.
"Take that as a warning for what you did earlier today. Don't you ever dare to do that again or I will not only give you a broken fucking nose you piece of shit."
Frank was standing infront of Jake, feeling his blood run cold. He was pretty sure he looked angry enough that even Jake saw that he wasn't joking. Frank was pretty damn sick of getting pushed around all the time anyway, and he remembered every bad thing Jake had ever said to him in his entire life like it was yesterday. So yep, he deserved a broken nose.
And this time, Jake just stared. He didn't say anything. No witty comment or smart remark. Nothing. So Frank just stared at him for a few seconds longer, debating in his mind if he should fuck him up even more, but he thought that he had gotten his point across so decided against it.

And Frank had to admit, he was pretty satisfied with himself as he made his way back home again. As he was walking down the streets on this pretty foggy and cold Jersey afternoon, he thought about everything that had happened the past few months. It had been crazy. But he got what he had always wished for. Jamia gave him a chance. And he was not gonna blow it

Notes

Next chapter! Sorry it took us so long guys, we had some stuff to figure out. But here it is! Hope you like it and don't forget to comment (PLEASE), rate and subscribe!
- xoxo, Paco.