Warning

Mason had been back for two weeks now, and tomorrow was the end of the bet.

Everyone at school believed I wasn't a good girl anymore, well, almost everyone.

I still got a few snickers from the jocks as I walked in to the gym we were asked to meet in.

Logan finally got the Boxing Club idea approved by the Principal, so here I am, Co-founder of this club, waiting for Logan to finally show up.

He knew I was going to be here, but he didn't know what I was planning. And I was planning to take the first fight and prove to everyone that I'm not a Good Girl.

"Look who joined us boys. If it isn't the GG herself." I rolled my eyes and taped my hands as one of the annoying jocks sauntered my way.

"What are you doing here GG? Book club is in the other hallway." I heard his little group laugh and I stood up once I was done taping my hands.

Standing at my full height I was only up to his nose, but I didn't care, "You know maybe if your egotistical head wasn't shoved so far up your ass, maybe you could actually make some friends who like you."

I turned on my heel and walked towards an open mat when the jock who I had just insulted, grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him, "Who do you think you are speaking to me like that GG?"

I was getting so tired of the nick name, "If it's that big of a deal, then fight me and see how much of a 'Good Girl' I really am."

He scoffed at me, "Me? Fight you? Easy. This will be in the bag."

I noticed his hands were already taped too. A cocky grin was plastered on his face and I had to refrain, for now, from punching it right off.

"Welcome guys!" A voice boomed from somewhere in the gym. I recognized the voice automatically.

"How nice of him to finally show up." I muttered under my breath.

"Since I'm here now, we can all get the first match started. So who wants to go first?" Logan looked around the gym as he made his way towards me.

"I do!" The jock shot his hand into the air.

"Okay. And who do you want to fight? Don't forget the other person has to be okay with it." Logan looked around looking for a suitable person for the jock.

"I want to fight Daytona."

Logan's eyes grew wide, "No. There's no way. Daytona has to be okay with it to." He turned to me, his eyes frantic, "You can't possibly say yes."

I felt a smirk grow on my lips. "Sure. I'm good with fighting him."

"Daytona." Logan grabbed my shoulders, his voice only loud enough for me to hear, "You can't. You said yourself that you can't fight."

I laughed a little and shrugged his hands off of me, "I lied. Now watch and learn."

I walked over to the mat with the jock on my tail.

We stood facing each other, him with an arrogant gleam in his eyes, all the while I kept a blank expression on my face.

I heard Logan sigh, "Fine. Okay here are the rules!" He yelled and grabbed everyone's attention walking around the mat. "Any hits below the belt don't count. No bitting, and finally you go until one person taps out. That's it. Ready! Fight!"

After Logan finished talking I took a defensive stance with my right arm and fist blocking my face, and my left arm further down, still partially blocking, but mainly ready to hit.

"Come on. I'll let you have the first swing." His voice was cocky but I relaxed my posture a little.

"Really?" I didn't believe him but if he was going to let me, I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

"Yea come on. It won't be fair to beat you with out letting you hit me first." I shrugged and approached him, careful to remain observant and on the lookout for any sudden movements.

But none came.

I walked all the way up to him, I took a step forward and drew my arm back.

He lowered his hands to his sides and I knew he was going to let me hit him.

I put my weight on to the balls of my feet and as I rotated I let the weight travel up into my hips, then my shoulder, I extended my arm and as I finally connected with his stomach I let the weight travel into my fists.

I threw a straight punch that sent him stumbling back, crutching his stomach. "What the hell?" He mumbled to himself.

While he was in shock I took my chance.

I ran up to him and swiped his legs out from under him.

He fell onto his butt, groaning, and that's when I delivered my final blow, a kick to his ribs.

He reached over and tapped the mat, "And we have a winner?" Logan looked just as confused as everyone else.

The gym settled into a confused silence.

Nobody moved or even dared to breath.

Then suddenly from somewhere in the crowd someone's hand shot up. "Yeah Daytona!"

It started a chain reaction and everyone started to cheer and clap too, "Yea Daytona!"

"She's really not a GG!"

"She totally knocked him out!"

"Woohoo!"

I turned back to Logan. A smile slowly started to spread across his face. I walked up to him and he grabbed my shoulders. "Wow. You are amazing."

My flame started in my stomach, making my palms sweat.

"Thanks." I shrugged my shoulders pretending that the comment didn't effect me as much as it really did.

Suddenly, the doors burst open, swinging back and smacking the gym loud enough to make everyone stop their conversations.

Looking towards the noise, I saw a royally pissed off Mason, walking towards us doubling each step he took to reach Logan and I faster.

Once he reached us (though it took him all of .02 seconds), he took one glance behind me at the jock who was sprawled out on the mat, conscious, but in a lot of pain.

"Daytona," Mason started in a low voice, "We've talked about this." He gestured with his hand to our surroundings.

"Listen Mason. Things changed after you left. I can't just give this," I copied his earlier actions. "Up. It's not an option. It's the only way to keep my brother's memory alive."

I realized the words slipped out too late. Both Mason and Logan gave me quizzical look.

I sighed and grabbed them both by their hands, "I was hopping to avoid this conversation, but since it's been brought up, I have a lot to tell you."

School had already let out, so the three of us walked outside and stood near our cars.

My positive attitude from earlier was gone now, and I found myself not wanting to really talk, or even breath for that matter.

"This is going to be a long story." I sucked in a deep breath and counted to ten before I got into the story.

"As kids, Mason and I grew up together. We spent more time with each other then actually spent with our families. That being said, we were never around much to know what was going on."

I cast a glance towards Mason to make sure it was okay with him if I told about his part of the story too.

He was looking down at the ground but nodded his head a little.

"So one day, during Freshman year, we were out around town and when we came back home, both of his parents were cuffed and in the back of a cop car." I looked at Logan to gauge a reaction from him, but his face remained neutral.

"They were being arrested for possessing and selling heroin. Mason and his little sister had no where to go and my uncle took them in so they didn't have to go in the system. During sophomore year though, Mason and I became more distant, we never really saw each other as much because he no longer was my neighbor."

"But besides that fact, we still saw each other at school and had each other's number. Now you're probably wondering what this has to do with me, so hold on I'm getting there, I told you this was a long story."

No one looked anywhere except for the ground.

"Two months into sophomore year, my uncle was relocated for his job, so Mason and his little sister had to leave here. Later that week is when the accident happened."

I took another deep breath. I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell my story or not, but I knew it was time I had to, "Now for my story."

Logan looked up a little and caught my eyes but I turned away. I couldn't let him see me like this.

"I had an older brother, his name was Cooper. He was a year older than me and had shaggy brown hair like Mason's. He was my everything, and I loved him to pieces, I loved him so much that I begged him to teach me to ride a motorcycle, and to teach my to smoke, even, to teach me to fight."

"Since I was his annoying little sister, he brought me along when he would go fight at The Undergrounder. I learned a lot of stuff from watching him there, and I even started to go by myself and pick up little fights here and there, but this was all in 8th grade and freshman year."

"One night I had bit off a little more than I could chew and ended up getting a black eye. Needless to say I showed up the next day and that's when Mason told me I had to stop."

"But you couldn't." Logan interjected, his eyes watching me with such a precision I felt as if I was going to crack under his pressure, but I nodded my head at his statement.

"You're right. I couldn't. I was addicted to it. I was addicted to the adrenaline, I was addicted to winning, and most of all, I was addicted to the attention."

I shook my head remembering how I used to be.

"Anyways. Five days after Mason moved, I was devastated. I had just lost my best friend. I was still so upset that I took my brother's car, and drove myself to The Undergrounder. I wanted a fight with their number one person, the bartender went ahead and set it up because at the time I had earned the nickname 'Demon Queen', and everyone thought I was invincible."

Knowing how the rest of the story went I could feel myself getting ready to cry, my throat was raw and my eyes stung with tears.

Between choked-back sobs, I managed to finish the rest of the story, "Needless to say, I lost, badly. I wasn't knocked out, but the fight was over in seconds. I couldn't handle it. It was my first loss ever, so I went to the bar, and drowned myself in alcohol. I ended up shitfaced drunk and Lisa had to call my brother to come pick me up."

A sob escaped my mouth and I covered it with my hands as a few tears slipped down my cheeks.

No one said anything in this moment, no one even moved.

Mason didn't know about my brother's death I'm assuming, because his face had tears running down it too.

Logan kept looking away and staring off into space. I knew he was still listening because I could see him clenching and unclenching his jaw.

Once I had calmed down enough to talk I continued, "Since I had his car he had to take his motorcycle. I can't remember much after him arriving, but I do know he told someone to take his car back home. As I was saying," I took a few shakey breaths.

"I was on the back of his motorcycle and we were heading home. We were stopped at a red light. Then it turned green. We started to drive but as soon as we were in the middle of the intersection, a black van shot out of nowhere causing Cooper to loose control of the bike."

I couldn't stop the tears from falling now no matter how hard I tried so I looked at the ground, and between sobs I finished the story, "He lost control and crashed into something. I had already been thrown off the bike and rolled off the road. I was unconscious, but he- he flew forward when he came into contact with whatever it was and died on impact. Paramedics came and rushed me to the hospital, they tried to revive my brother but it was too late. He was" I choked on my tears, "D-dead. Ever since then my mother had distanced herself, she started taking longer hours and even picked up a job where she travels once a month with my dad. But he- he blames me for everything. And so that's why he does what he does to me."

I couldn't bare to say anymore and my eyes were blurry with the amount of tears falling out of them.

My legs were so weak that they buckled underneath my weight, but Logan stepped forward in time and caught me before I fell.

He eased me to the ground, holding me in his arms and stroking my hair as I cried into his chest.

"So Cooper's dead. And that's why you got his car and his bike." Mason asked from above us. I could hear the waver in his voice when he asked me.

I just nodded my head and kept crying.

"I- I hate crying in front of people." I muttered as Logan continued to hold me.

"Hey, hey it's okay now. I've got you." He whispered into the top of my head. His lips connected with my forehead, but I was such a mess I didn't even blush.

After awhile Logan had lulled me to a state of almost okay.

We stood up of the ground and each got into our cars and headed our different ways.

Even though Mason lived with me for now, he went a different direction and I figured he just needed time to collect himself.

I was completely numb as I drove home, and numb when I walked into my house which was eerily quiet.

I closed my eyes, anticipating what was coming.

When I opened them, my father walked out of the living room, drunk out of his mind, with a switchblade in his hand.

Hm. What a chapter? Am I right?

This one has shook me to my core.

So that's some back ground on Daytona, but it's not everything. Not to fret though, more is still to come.

I hope this wasn't to bad of a chapter, it was mainly dialogue, and I apologise for it, but it was necessary.

Spoilers (not really):

You find out who won the bet.

Something happens with Day and her father.

That jock isn't too happy about her winning.

We haven't seen much of Charlotte or Jake, so it's time to include them.

I hope you all are having an amazing day and I hope you all had a great holiday season.

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I love you all!😘❤

~May