Fight For Her || n.h

Chapter 2 - "I'm not surprised."

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO Bailey362 FOR LEAVING SO MANY INLINE COMMENTS ON THE FIRST BOOK AS WELL AS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS ONE. 

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Picture of Olivia.

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Previously in chapter 1:
"Fun fact!" Zara exclaimed, clearly eavesdropping as usual. "Both of those two were on the same football team as Franklin, and he started beating up her ex on the pitch, right in front of everyone."

"Did he really do that?" Marcus asked me.

"Yeah, so you should treat me better than those two if you don't want to get into a fight with my brother." I grinned and snatched his beer from his hand, taking a sip.

He kissed my cheek. "I promise to treat you better. They lost you for a reason, didn't they?"

Well one of them tried to rape me

The other one had a bet about me

"You don't have to try so hard to be better than them... just saying."

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December 9, 2018

The alarm went off at 8.30 the next morning and Marcus started groaning next to me, even though he wasn't the one who had to get up.

I reached over to the nightstand and turned it off on my phone, before rolling over to him again. His arm was resting around my waist and his face was pressed into the pillow.

"Hungover?"

He groaned again, pulling away his arm to place it over his head. I crawled closer and started kissing him, and eventually he gave in and kissed me back.

"You know..." I started as I sat up. "Kissing someone with such an awful morning breath was not on my bucket list."

He glared at me with one eye, before shoving a pillow in my face. I rolled out of bed, wrapping the duvet around me as I did and walked over to the wardrobe.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at your body." Marcus mumbled behind me. "I just love your tattoos and your body in general."

I looked at him over my shoulder as I changed into clean underwear, trying not to drop the duvet.

I should be comfortable enough to walk around naked in my own bedroom, in front of my boyfriend who has already seen me naked, but I guess I'm still a bit insecure about my body.

"Are you planning on getting something else inked on your skin in the future?"

"Maybe." I said and walked back to the bed with the duvet as soon as I had underwear and a bra on. "But I'm only doing it in my hometown."

He frowned. "Why?"

"I've got my first three there and I still have a gift card from two years ago at that parlour."

"Maybe you can convince me into getting one as well." He smiled, reaching for my arm to pull me back into bed. I ended up lying upon his chest and started to run my fingers through his hair.

"You want one?"

"Depends on how good the tattoo artist is." He grinned.

"Well, Toby did a pretty good job on my three." I said.