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Ignoring the stinging sensation in my thigh, i run as fast as i can.

I bump into a few people on the way, apologizing.

Finally I make it to the locker room. Hurrying, i get changed and unwrap my knuckles.

Someone walks in and i quietly press my back into the lockers. Ron and James peer around and look at me confused.

Letting out a breath, I relax a lil.

"Tru, what's going on?" James asks.

"Dante King? The whole... thing with his family and the king queen shit? Ya, I'm that chick. He didn't know i was fighting and that's how I need it to stay. But nooo. Dis nigga gon' show up! Like... Da fuc?" I rant and sigh.

They're eyes are huge and shake my head.

"You're kidding?" Ron says.

"Does it look like it? He seen me. I need to get out." Going around them I head for the door.

Walking out, there's still a huge crowd of people. And just a bit away, is Dante and his gang.

Mentally, I scream in frustration. People chant my fighting name and i duck down, melting into the crowd.

I put my Monster hat on and my hood over it as i move through the crowd.

Reaching the stairs, i stick to one side and zoom up them, entering the bar.

I run past Jarred as he says hey, but i don't respond. I run out the exit and three blocks over to my car.

Throwing my bag in the passenger side, i start the car and go.

I make it home and i run in, locking the doors. The lights were off and no one was in sight.

I head up stairs and open Matts door. He wasn't there. Confused and worried, i walk into my room.

Smiling, i see him in my bed and one of his shows on my tv. Setting my bag down, I walk over and see Britt in her bed.

Quietly, i grab a change of clothes and go shower. When I'm done, i hang my towel.

In my grey sweats and baggy shirt, i walk out.

A dark figure stands in my room, casting a shadow on the wall due to the light pouring in from the street lamps outside.

I inhale sharply. His eyes snap to me. Automatically, i recognize the dark grey eyes.

Glaring, i grab his shirt collar and drag him outside. I leave my door open.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I whisper yell.

"You know why." He whispers. I stay silent and look away. "Look at me." I don't. "Look. At. Me." He grabs my chin and makes me fact him. "Why the hell would you do something like this? Hm? Do you have any idea how fucking dangerous that is? You're 5'3. Yes. You're frame is wide. But you're tiny."

"I'm good at it. To be honest, i enjoy it. A lot. I can release stress. I earn good money." I say. He shakes his head.

"You could get hurt, Tru. You need to quit. Tomorrow." He releases me and heads towards the stairs. I grab his shoulder and pull him back.

"Excuse me? You dont get to decide that! Its my life. Not yours."

He inhales sharply and clenches his fists, turning around slowly with his eyes squeezed shut.

Oh shit, what have i done.

I slowly back away a little. His eyes open and he cups my face, hands shaking. My heart beat quickens and i shake.

"Do you know... How i felt when you were stabbed?" He asked slowly, emphasis with every word. His tongue swipes across his lip and he bites his lip, eyes closed. "The thought... Of someone else fucking hurting you! That kills me!" He says through clenched teeth, stepping towards me.

Fear shook through me and my feet were glued in place. "Tru, i fucking need you. You can't get hurt again." Pained by the memories, his eyebrows come together and he leans towards me. His lips brush mine.

"I-Im sorry," my breathing is uneven and my lips brush his as i speak.

His eyes meet mine. They hold need. I didn't notice but my hands were clinging to his arms.

"Can i kiss you?" He asks breathlessly.

Slowly, he leans in more. He kisses me softly and his eyes squeeze shut, as if he was trying to savor this moment.

Closing my eyes, i kiss back. His lips were soft. Instantly i was hooked. His lips slowly detach from mine before softly being placed back on mine.

He kisses me nice and slow. His hands travel down my sides and wrap around my waist. Mine roam his glorious chest before tangling themselves in his hair

As we kiss, he clings to me. Out of breath, i pull away and he nudges me with his nose.

I smiles a little and bite my lip. His eyes stay glued to my lips.

Breathing heavy, i softly kiss his lips once again.

He kisses back, slowly and softly.

"I-I should get to bed." I say kissing him.

"Mhm," kissing me back. His lips continue to press against mine. I pull away just to kiss him again.

"We should," i kiss him again, "stop." I continue to kiss him.

"Then why are you kissing me still?" He smirks and kisses me again. I pull away.

"Go." He fake pouts. I walk past him and walk to my room and shut the door.

His footsteps echo down the hall and down the stairs.

I get in my bed and begin to fall asleep.

I wake up after another horrific dream. Shaking off the thoughts, i hop in the shower.

Seeing as it's still 5, im ready, and i have 2 hours till i have to leave, i get on my phone and order books.

Everything ends eventually. Therefore, i got up and got the kids ready and took them where they needed to be.

I arrived at school and walked in, with my headphones in.

Skipping my locker, i just went straight to class.

My shoulder was tapped before walking in the class and i ignored it. Then my hair was pulled.

Taking my headphones off i turn and see a blonde bitch looking like the blonde bimbo.

Speaking of her, the walking STD was standing behind whoever this was.

And it was then i knew someone was gettin dey ass beat.

-Crazy_Red_Warrior