My alarm clock went off and I almost shot it.

I groaned. Last night was awesome. I fought two different guys and earned $75 from each.

James said I would earn more, when I started fighting people with higher ranks.

Flashback

"Are you ready?" James said, popping his head in the locker room.

I sat on the bench, and James was wrapping my hand. "Just about."

He was done so I pulled my hair back in a french braid straight down the middle of my head. It ended below my shoulder blades.

I pull my black workout shirt out. It was sleeveless and was deep-cut and showed my black sports bra. It also had a good which I pulled up. I was also wearing loose black shorts with the two strings tied in the front.

"Okay. Let's do this." I say as I make my way to him.

He drapes his arm over my shoulder as we make our way out. "Okay, this first guy is big. His fighting name is 'Triple X' and he's local. He's not very good."

"Okay got it." We stopped in front of the ring and he faced me. "Look for his weakness. Take the signals from Ron. And when he says so, take his ass down."

He smiles. "Fast learner. Now wait till the announcer calls you up." I nod. As if on cue, the announcer began to call out to the crowd.

The crowd of people were in metal folding chairs. The room was dark and the only source of light was from over the top of the boxing ring.

The crowd erupt into cheers. A bully man, standing at possibly 6'1 entered the ring and held his fists up.

I walk into the ring. The crowd cheered, but not like they did for Triple X.

While they went and did as they were told, the referee came and told us the rules. "No weapons. No illegal hits. No biting. Good luck to the both of you." He left us both staring at each other.

The crowd did as they were told.He left the ring.

We got into our fighting positions. My fists loose, bouncing on my toes, and my right foot in front of the left.

His fists tight, jumping, and left in front of right.

The bell rang, informing us to fight.

He came towards me. He threw his fist and I ducked. Immediately, I threw a punch to his right cheek.

Glaring, he came up to kick me. I side stepped and kicked his side. Quickly, I punched him.

The crowd was going nuts. Then, I looked at Ron. He shook his head no.

So, I kept teasing him for about five more minutes. When I looked back at Ron, he nodded, telling me to end it.

Focusing on my opponent, he came to kick me. I grabbed his foot, twisted it, and pulled forward. He fell face first.

I hopped on his back and clutched his hair. I banged his head repeatedly on the ground, making sure to watch his eyes. They closed finally.

Sighing, I checked his pulse. It was there.

I stood and backed away as paramedics came and took him away.

The next fight was all the same.

I shut my alarm off and hopped in the shower and changed.

I threw on a pair of black ripped jeans. Then, I threw on a white beater and a black hoodie that said, "Problem? Yea, didn't think so" in white letters.

Then I woke Matt up, then Britt.

I drove them to school then went home, got on my bike, and went to school.

I met up with Giovanni and everyone. We were all laughing by my bike when my phone vibrated.

One text from, Weirdo.

'Hey Princess. Are you at school?'

'Yea. In the lot actually. :I' I replied.

'Can I come see you?'

'Can I ask why?'

'Because I want to.'

'Fine. I'm near the back.'

'What type of car?'

'Harley.'

'okay. See you in 2.'

I put my phone away. "Who were you texting?" Jules asked.

"No one." I respond.

"You sure? You were really into it." Giovanni asks.

"Yea." I laugh.

"Hey Tru!" I look and see Dante running up to us. My friends eyes widened and I don't know why.

"Hey." I respond lowly.

"Hey, uh, we gotta go." Jake says.

"Okay."

"See you later." They say.

Dante walks up to me. He wore a white fitted T and dark blue jeans. Also, a black leather jacket to top it off.

"Nice bike." He says looking at my Harley. "But isn't that dangerous. You're so tiny and could get hurt."

"That's what life's about. Getting hurt and getting over it." I look down, knowing the true meaning of the statement, "Plus, if you don't risk getting hurt, are you living?" Looking back at him.

"Sometimes," he steps close to me and touches my cheek. "The hurt, is worth it because in the end, there's happiness and love."

I grab his hand and remove it from my face, "You see, I think if the hurt can be avoided, then do so at all costs. Also, I'm not exactly a believer in love."

He looks at me sadly. "What happened? Why do you think like that?"

"Don't look at me like that." I seethed.

"Like what?" He asks, stepping closer.

Suddenly, his group of friends showed up behind him and watched us.

I put my hand on his chest and shook my head. He put his hand over mine and stepped closer and I snapped.

I pushed him and he stumbled back. "Don't look at me like my dog just died! Okay?!?" I walked past him and he grabbed my arm. I snatched it away "Don't fucking touch me you asshole!"

With that I walked away. Heading in, I knew eyes were on me. But I was way too pissed to even consider giving a fuck.

First Period

You see, when I get pissed, I'm a walking, ticking, fucking time bomb.

I walked into class, sat next to Giovanni, and put my headphones in. Unlocking my phone, I shuffled my playlist.

Fairly Local by Twenty-One Pilots flooded my ears. I love Twenty-One Pilots. (A.N: YASSSSSS!!!!!)

Music is one of the few things that calmed me down. The teacher began talking. I have no clue what about, but he was.

Suddenly, my phone lit up in my hand.

One text message from, Weirdo

I roll my eyes. It lights up again.

Two messages from, Weirdo

I sigh. Just ignore it. He'll shut up eventually.

My phone lit up again.

Sighing, I take my phone out and unlock it.

'Princess, I'm so sorry for making you upset. I didn't mean too. Please forgive me. I won't be able to sleep if you don't forgive me.'

'Princess? I know you know I texted. I'm behind you. Now text me.'

'I'm getting upset princess. Now answer me. I miss you and need to talk to you.'

I read each of his texts annoyed. 'Go fuck yourself. And quite calling me princess damn it! It's fucking annoying!'

'I said I was sorry. Now forgive me!' His statement royaly pissed me off.

'Actions speak louder than words. Plus, I'm not a desperate bitch. Im not going to forgive you just because you said sorry. Don't order me around!'

'Okay. I respect that and I'll prove it to you that I'm sorry.'

'Do whatever you want, the fact of the matter is that I want nothing to do with you.'

'Too bad because you're going to be seeing me a lot more.'

'Insert eyeroll here.' i retort.

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