They continued there walk to the car. She suddenly picks him up. He laughs and kisses her on the cheek.

I continue to stare. They reach the car and she puts him in the backseat booster seat. She buckles him in.

She sits in the passenger seat. After she's done buckling in, I start the car back up.

"W-Who i-is you?" The little boy in the back asks.

I look in the rear view and see him looking at me the same way I'm looking at him.

Through the rear view mirror.

"My name's Date King. What's yours little man?" I ask. From the corner of my eye, I see looking at her hands smiling.

"M-Matt-thew. But y-you can c-call me M-Matt." He says, his face scrunched as he speaks trying to get the words out.

"Nice to meet you Matt." He smiles up at me.

"Y-You too." Is he scared? Is that why he stutters? But if it is, then why is he smiling but still stuttering? I'll ask Tru later.

As we drive, I get the want to place my hand on Trus' thigh. Weird? I think not.

I reach over and place my hand on her upper thigh. She immediately tenses. I don't even think she's breathing.

She grabs my hand gently before moving is down above her knee.

I shoot her a happy glance. She didn't remove our hand. That's good. That's progress.

5 minutes later and we stop in front of her house. We get out and I help get the little man out.

I unbuckle him and he hops out. He looks up at me and smiles. "Thank you."

"No problem."

He walk over to Tru And I follow. She has Britt in her arms. I walk ahead and open the door.

She walks in and smiles giving me a small thank you. She puts Britt on the couch. Matt goes to the kitchen and gets an apple.

"I'll be back. Be good, yea?" Tru says. Matt nods, eating his apple on the floor next to the baby.

"Outside?" She says to me. Nodding, I follow her.

I shut the door behind me. "Thank you, for your help." She says. I nod, walking to her.

"Of course." My chest presses up against her crossed arms. "What about the little boy?"

"What? Oh! His stuttering?" I nod. "He has seizures and during some of those, he hit his head. So he has brain damage and can't speak properly." Furrowing her brows.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Grabbing her arm, rubbing circles with my thumb.

"You didn't make him have seizures, do you?" I shake my head. She shrugs my arms off.

"Look, about earlier," she shakes her head, pressing her hand to her head. "That was incredibly stupid of me. I shouldn't of let things get as far as they did. I'm sorry, I real-"

"Stop." I growl out. "What happened was not only a team effort, but also, amazing. So just hush." Grabbing her chin, making her look at me.

"It was wrong though. And I shouldn't-"

"Would you stop?! What I said, was all true. So what we did, wasn't wrong, not even slightly." I laugh, "You're making it sound like we actually did something bad." I wink at her. She throws her head back and laughs.

"I've gotta get going. Text me before and after work, ok?" Biting her lip, she nods. With my hand behind her head, I bring my lips to her forehead.

My lips stay on her forehead. Her hands go to my chest, one near the base of my neck.

"Later princess." Finally disconnecting my lips from her forehead.

"Later weirdo." I smile at her nickname for me, before walking off.

I had just got changed into my loose shorts and sleeveless hoodie.

Walking out, I see one of the guys. He looked like he just got his ass beat.

He looked at me. "Miss, you're not supposed to be in here."

"Actually, I am. I'm about to fight." He looked at me, taken aback.

He scoffs. "Don't brake a nail."

"Don't brake your face- oops! Too late!" Smiling sarcastically, after unlocking my locker and opening it.

"Bitch." He says.

"Yup that me." I say with a sigh.

"You're not even going to try and deny it?" He asks, as I grab my wrap.

"Nope. See, not everyone is like you and always in denial about facts. But that's okay. I understand." I give an understanding smile.

He rolls his eyes, "If you weren't a girl, I'd-"

I stand up, "You'd what? Hm? What'd you do? Don't let my gender get in the way of your dreams." I say.

He gives me a cold murderous glare, before slamming his locker and leaving.

"Bye Felicia!" I yell.

He slams the door. I bend down and pick up the wrap. I have to start over now. Ugh!

After wrapping both of my hands, Ron and James, along with his goons of course, come waltzing in.

"We need to talk, Tru." James says.

"Yea?" I say.

"Well, tonight, we want you to fight a guy who's a higher ranks. We've noticed that the three people you've fought, you've easily beat. So, we're gonna push you tonight, and give you someone a bit more challenging."

"If you're okay with that, of course." Ron quickly adds.

"Bring it on." I respond smiling.

First fight

He was tall. Wide shoulder. Large muscles. Looked like he had actual commen sense.

The bell sounds and we circle at first.

"You gonna throw the first punch or what, little girl?" He taunts. I glare.

He walks to me and throws a right hook. I immediately duck and while his arm is thrown out, I punch my fist to his gut.

He stumbled back. I take this chance to glance at Ron. He tells me to tease him.

I tease him for a couple. He lands a punch on my cheek at one point and a kick to my side. Looking at Ron, he signals to finish it.

I punch him in the face. His head goes back. I then track to grab his hair with both of my hands. I bring his head down and connect his face with my knee.

Then, I push him back and kick his chest, resulting in him landing on his back.

I straddle his stomach. When I punch him, he uses his arms to cover his face. Getting pissed, I punch his chest.

This causing one of his arms to move to his chest. When he does, I pin his arm with my leg, and punch him again.

Two more punches later and he's out. Checking his pulse, he's good.

I fight two more people.

Ending with $357 dollars, getting a little extra with more people betting on me.

I go to the paramedics for a quick check up. They clean up the cuts and check the bruise on my right set of ribs.

I bad a cut on my right cheek bones, my lip was slightly busted, and my knuckles were littered with cuts.

After they were done, I pulled out my phone.

'Hey. I'm about to leave work.' I text Dante.

'Where you work. I'll come and pick u up.' Shit.

'Nah. It's okay. I gtg. About to drive home. Text you when I'm there. :)'

'Okay. But also text me before you go to bed. Be fast and careful. Please princess. I don't need anything happening to you.' My heart quickens at his text.

'I will. Don't worry. Talk to ya soon. ;)'