After my quick 10 minute shower, I got out and changed.

Shit, sorry guys. Trus' POV. I'm too lazy to back up and all that. And because this

I changed into a pair of capri that were grey and black that showed off every curve of my lower half. Then, I threw on a grey shirt with sleeves that stopped right above elbow and a v neck cut.

It showed off a little bit of my curves on my top half. I brushed my hair. In the shower, I didn't wash it or get it wet seeing as I did that last night.

So, my hair was super soft.

I put on my usual make up, mascara, eyeliner, and winged eyeliner. For my shoes, I put on a pair of white sandals with a beige base.

Next, I put in my earrings and then through on one of my sister jackets.

It was white, tight around my arms, shows off my curves, and had a hood with fur around it. (A:N; If you've ever seen Beyonces' music video for Irreplaceable, at one point, when she's kicking him out and the taxis there, she's wearing a jacket similar to this.)

I check myself in the big mirror.

Thick hips.

Thick thighs.

Fat ass.

Not a toned or huge stomach.

Nice 36 c tits.

(A:N; If you thick and are made fun of it, don't listen 'cause they're obviously stupid. If you're thick, you have nice hips, tits, and ass. So tell them to take they're opinion and shove it up there ass. "Bones are for dogs, meats for men.")

Being happy with my outfit, I run downstairs, after grabbing my phone.

"Alex. I have a meeting. Britt's still asleep, so no prob there, yea?" I say as I enter. Dante was sitting on the couch and everyone, but Matt, was sitting far away from him.

Jake, Alex and Gabe were sitting closest and practically shielding the girls.

I roll my eyes. Dante looks at me and his eyes go wide.

"You're not wearing that." He says, looking me up and down.

"¿Cuánto quieres apostar pervertido?" I respond, crossing my arms. (How much you wanna bet, pervert?) He looks at me questioningly. Jake, Jules, and Giovanni all laugh. Gabe looks at me.

"Why are you talking about pickles?" We all burst into laughter.

"That's so not what I said!!! I said," Taking a breath to calm down, "'How much you wanna bet, pervert?'" His face shows registration in what I said.

"El' stupido." Rolling my eyes

Dante gets up and walks to me. He grabs my waist and pulls me close. He leans down and whispers in my ear. "I'm not a pervert. I'm a freak." I roll my eyes.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I move away from him. He frowns but nods and turns around. There's a sudden knock at my door. I walk to it and open the door.

"You ready Tru?" Ron asks. He was in a pair of Khaki shorts and a black shirt. His hair had been combed but it was loose.

"Yup." I say. Suddenly, as I'm about to walk out, an arm wraps around me.

"Where the hell is she going?" Dante asked, from behind me. I groan and throw my head back.

"A meeting you fucking dip shit. As I've said multiple times." I said coldly.

"Who is she meeting with?" Ron stared him straight in the eyes as he answered and showed little to no emotion.

"Just a few co-workers she needs to meet." Monotone.

"Okay." He answers. Ron nods in agreement. I get out of his grip and roll my eyes at his stupidity.

I walk out and just before I close the door, a hand wraps around my arm and pulls me back in.

I'm met with Dantes chest. He kisses my forehead. "Be safe princess."

"Mmhmm. Bye weirdo." Turning around and walking with Ron. We walk to a black SUV and hop in the back.

"Boyfriend?" Ron asks as we sit down.

"Hell to the no. I'm not into the whole boyfriend thing." Sitting down myself.

"Lesbian?" I take my sandal off and throw it at him. He laughs and tosses it back.

"No, I'm not a freaking lesbian." Laughing. He shakes his head.

"So what is up with the cutesy little name?" I shrug and lean back.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

After about a 20 minute drive and slight conversation, we arrived to a cute little cafe.

But seriously?

A cafe?

For a meeting with streetfighters?

The car stops and we get out.

We had parked across the street.

As we get out, I get myself prepared. "So why exactly am I here? 'Cause I know it's not no co-worker shit."

He chuckles. "Obviously a few of the guys you've been fighting are to easy for you." We stop on the sidewalk across the cafe and he pulls out a cigarette and lights it as we stop and talk. "And, well, you're female and 5'5."

I laugh. "But, you're a good fighter nonetheless." I say thanks and he continues. "So, we have managers, kinda like co-workers, who work with us, but have they're own fighters. They set up some of the fights. They want to talk to you about things, but if you're not comfortable, let me know."

I nod. He flicks his cigarette. "How many people are there gonna be?"

"This group of managers," He takes a drag, "about three, and maybe one or two of they're fighters. But, " he releases the smoke," I told them not to bring they're fighters because they're fighters because," another drag, "they're some big mouthed pricks and I know how you are about people with big mouths that they can't control." He laughs and releases the smoke.

"And how do you know about that?" Putting my hands in my jacket pocket.

"Well, Mack for one." A drag. "And then we watch your file at school for when you get in trouble or are absent or anything. And, what you did to Valerie Simmons." He releases the smoke, lets out a gruff laugh, and shakes his head, "Seen that shit live."

I thought for a second. Then it clicked. "You hacked the schools security footage?"

He nods. "You're a smart little 5 year old look alike." Chuckling.

As he goes to take a drag, I grab his cigarette, throw it on the ground, and step on it. "What the hell?!" He exclaims, while laughing.

"Lets go asshole." I say as I begin to walk away. Chuckling, he follows.

We enter the cafe and walk up to the register.

"We need the back room." Ron says just low enough for the cashier and I to hear. He had slight acne and curly brown hair that reached the top of his ears.

He nodded and led us to the "back room."

I followed silently.

When we got there, we were confronted by a black door. He opened it and motioned us to enter.

We did so and entered. There was a long black table with spiny chairs.

There were three guys in black suits on the side closest to us. Then one guy sitting between the two of them. James sat on the other side, in his normal black suit.

There were also two body guard's standing behind him.

I follow Ron and sit between him and James.

One of the other guys were the first to speak.

"Hello Miss?" One guy asked. He looked in his thirties.

"Mane." I answer.

"Hmm. Miss Mane." He says nodding. The temptation to be a smart ass overwhelms me but I keep it at bay. "So you're a fighter, correct?"

"That's why I'm here, is it not? By all means, if I'm wrong let me know." I say, slightly cocking my head to one side giving him a expectant and waiting type of look.

Chuckling, "No ma'am not at all." He looks at a file in front of him. "From what we can see, there's little background information on you. But you're fighting is beyond words."

I don't say anything, just stare ahead at him.

"Look, we have places to be and so we need to hurry this up." James cuts in.

"Why of course James. I-" He gets cut off.

"Mr. Kent, actually."

"Okay, Mr. Kent. Well, we just would like to know how her training goes."

Ron leans on the table and folds his hands. "I'll tell you all about her training and how she kicks ass."

Ron, James, and I all smirk.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*

By this time we were done, it had been over two and a half hours.

We covered many subjects and were almost finished.

"Remember how I said I had places to be?" James said.

"Yes. And we're almost done. Just one more thing." Colton, the guy we've been talking to the whole time, replied. "What is some of your background information? No one fights for no reason. It could be that you're just heartless but no one gets that way for no reason."

"What do you mean?" I ask leaning forward slightly.

"Parents? Siblings? Home life? Anything?" He asks.

"I'm not giving you my personal information." I say coldly.

"I want to know for buisnes reasons."

"Well, you can take those so called reasons and-" I stop myself and take a deep breath.

Act like a lady, fight like a man.

Act like a lady, fight like a man.

Act like a lady, fight like a man.

I keep repeating this to myself.

"I'm not talking about this." I say.

"No. You-" Colton starts.

"Watch it, Colton. If she doesn't want to talk about it she doesn't have too." Ron cuts in cold as ever.

"Well, if she really cared about this business or anything like that, the she should tell us. And if nothing bad happened- Well, I'm sorry. Did it?" He answers mockingly as he knows he's hit a nerve.

I stand up swiftly and stare down at him. "Take your business and shove it up your ass. We know it won't be the first thing thats been up there. My life is none of your damn business." The room goes silent for a split second and everyone was shocked.

The one guy who I found was a fighter as well, stood up. "You have no right to say shit you little bitch."

Something just snapped in me and I hardly had any control.

Immediatly, my hand flew out and I hit him in the bottom of his jaw, causing his whole face to twist.

His hand darts to his face before turning to give me a cold glare.

"What, bitch?" I ask and lean toward him.

He swings his hand and slaps me. My cheek burns and I know it gonna be read for a while.

I black out....

(A:N; I've done this a few times.... shit gets weird... especially when you wake up.)

My vision returns to me, blurry, but it's there.

From what I can see, see is the guy who called me a bitch under me as I have a hold on his hair and right jab him in the face.

The three managers are yelling for him to get up. My motions continue as I look around. The first person I see is Ron.

After about a minute of looking at him and jabbing the guy, I can finally understand what Ron is saying.

"Stop! You're going to kill him!"Finally, I look down and stop.

My upper arms are grabbed and I'm hauled up.

"Oh fuck." I say.

Ron grabs me by my forearm and drags me away. I look up and see James and the bodygaurd following us.

We exit the building. "This is why I told him not to bring his fighter! Big mouthed assholes!" James exclaims.

"Nice job though, Tru." Ron says.

"I don't even remember everything..." I say.

Ron laughs, "Have you ever blacked out before?" I nod. "When was the first time?"

"Second grade. This red head stole my food for snack time and called me a rat. So, yea. Anger issues are great." I chuckle lightly.

"Damn that's early." Ron says.

I shrug "I blame DNA."