Up close, his toned body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. Blood was dripping down his nose, leaking into his mouth. His white teeth were coated with the dark red consistency.
His pale green eyes searched th...
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Celeste Warren
"Jocelyn..." I warned. She stilled as she looked at me. "You did not bring me to fight night. You wouldn't do that, right?" I clenched my teeth in frustration as I waited for her response.
I've definitely had my fair share of violence since my childhood. Growing up with my dad being the way he was—I got used to it. After he left, though, I hadn't been near any violence. It's been years... the sight of any blood near me is just... I can't even behind to think about it. "I'm sorry," Jocelyn apologized. "I wanted you to come! Someone completely fucking awesome is fighting tonight. As soon as I heard about it, I knew I had to get you to come."
I let out a huff in annoyance as she looked at me with a hopeful look. She was hoping I would've sided with her and wanted to stay. She's not getting what she wanted, though. "What the fuck, Jocelyn?" I exclaimed. "You know I don't like blood."
"There won't be any blood," she defended, looking at the ground. One thing about Jocelyn—she's a terrible fucking liar. Especially since I've gotten to know her, I can always tell when she's lying. Plus, she always lets her guard down and snitches on herself anyway. "Okay, maybe there will be."
Like that.
In this place, already—I felt completely out of place. This wasn't my environment at all. My purple blouse and dark jeans were no match to the rest of the girls here.
"Now, before the main event tonight, we're going to have a couple minor events. First, to fight first in the ring... Niall Horan and Timothy West!" loud claps erupted from the crowd. I clapped along, not really knowing what I was clapping for.
Fight night happens four times a year at Eternal. The stage is replaced with an octagon for the night. I don't know how they did that exactly, but...
Jocelyn comes to every single fight night. They were usually her favorite days of the year. I really never understood how she liked fight nights so much, but I never judged. Blood completely disgusts me, so I had never even thought about coming.
"Welcome—Niall Horan!" the large man shouted. Loud cheers came from the crowd as 'Niall' had arrived. He was a blonde, muscular guy. He looked no taller than around 5'8 or 5'9, but he had muscles. Like, a lot of muscle. He was wearing grey shorts and no shirt. I had searched his body to find any tattoos, but I couldn't find any. I had always been interested in tattoos, so whenever I found someone new, I always tried to find tattoos on them. I think they're quite interesting and definitely one of the greatest art forms. I personally didn't have any, but I definitely wanted to get one at some point. I just didn't know what to get. "And Timothy West!"
Timothy was around the same height as Niall. Around 5'8 or 5'9. They were both above me so I couldn't tell how tall they were exactly. Timothy was wearing neon green shorts, which were a little too short and tight for him. I scrunched my face in disgust. Sure, green was one of my favorite colors—but not that green.
