BadAss

Chappr 2

Heyyy guys. I'm not particularly happy with the comments made on this story. Mostly because there was only one of them. (And a special thanks to Katyonak, for commenting!)

But never the less, I'm going to continue anyways. Maybe it because there wasn't a description of it....idk.

Anyway....enjoy!

P.s - did you see I made covers? I'm so proud of myself!!

Chapter 2

Alison's P>O>V-

I stepped off of the plane and into the hustle and bustle of LAX airport. I sighed heavily, before gapping my small tote bag and heading off to the baggage claim.

My parents hadn't been lying about making arrangements as soon as possible, because I had my plane ticket in hand as soon as I woke up this morning. So now, it was Monday, 11:30 am, and I was late for my first day of school.

I cant believe my first day's right after I get here! But whatever, it's not like there's anything else to do.

I quickly grabbed my two light blue suitcases from the claim, and headed out of the airport. At least, my brother was nice enough to get my parent s to send over my car.

I was in LOVE with my baby. He was a 2009 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X, and a sleek black color. I called him the prince of darkness.

I also had 'Blaze' on my license plate, and black lighting streaks on both sides of the car. What can I say? I go all out for my cars.

Liam suggested I take up drafting. To tell you the truth, I'm still considering it. People have told me I'm a good driver, but all the usually street racers are dudes, and they wouldn't take me seriously. Hmm, you never know, maybe Cali'll give me a fresh start.

I walked into the parking garage, finding my Prince easily and smiling briefly before popping the trunk, throwing my stuff in, and sliding into the driver's seat. I stuck the key in the igniton, turning it and hearing my baby purr to life.

I fished my iPod out of my tote, pulling it in, and turning the song to 'What the Hell?' by Avirl Lavine

I quickly pulled out of the compact space, following the signs and exiting the air port. Bookman Prep, here I come.....

Caleb's P>O>V-

I smiled at the girls greeting me as I pulled up into my usually parking spot at the 'Warehouse'. Yea, the 'Warehouse' is kind of an overused term for fight club, but you get use to it. I'm Caleb Parker, fight champ here at the 'house.

I really don't know how I got into this, maybe it was the fact that my parents cut me off, and I got pissed. Maybe it was because when I get into fights at Bookman, all the guys of my football team say that I kicked ass, and I really wanted to test my abilities. I know really know, but I do know, that I enjoy fighting; it makes me feel good about myself. Don't ask me why.

I jogged down the steps into the actually warehouse, slapping hands with all my fight friends. We all use fight names, not that we care about getting caught, just for the heck of it. Mine was 'Hurricane', courtesy of all my friends, hah. They said it was because when I'm fighting, my opponent looks like they're in the middle of a hurricane, and they don't know what hit them have the time.

"Let's go 'Cane, you're up." My best friend in fighting and out, Josh said smacking my back. (His fight name is Speed)

"I'ght, against whom? I asked" standing up, stretching and pulling my shirt over my head, and throwing it on my chair.

"Terminator, hah, good luck dude, remember you can always tap out..." he suggested smirking. I rolled my eyes in response.

He, and everyone else here knows I don't tap out, like ever.

I jogged my way up to the ring, blocking out all the cheers from the crowd, focusing on my opponent. He was big and bulky, looks like he can take a hit, but I got a few tricks up my sleeve.

I waited as the ref went through the rules, throwing a few practice hooked, bouncing on my toes.

We soon slapped hands and the bell rang, signaling the start of the fight.

Terminator immediately charge, but I dodged left quickly, throwing my elbow up, and slamming it back down right in the middle of his shoulder blades.

He cried out in pain, as I hooked my arm around his neck, pulling him down.

He quickly recovered, standing up and landing a right hook to my cheek, I returned the punch, quickly following it up with a round kick, then a kick to the gut, then and uppercut. He groaned in pain. We went on like this, throwing punches left and right for a while, until I finally got tired of dealing with his failed attempts at dirty tricks. When he tried to poke my eyes out for the fourth time, I just punched his left cheek, then the right, then kicking him right across the face, for a k.O.

The crowd screamed as the ref held my arm up! I smiled and patted the ref on the back, before jumping out of the ring, and heading to the locker rooms.

"DAMN!" I shouted as stepped out of the showers. I had school today! I quickly got dressed, grabbing my phone and keys. I jogged out to my orange Nissan 370 z, starting it quickly and speeding out of the parking lot, in the direction of school. I glanced at the dash, 11:30.

"Fuck!" I yelled pushing my foot harder on the gas.

My mom was going to kill me for being late again!

G.U.F.N, here I come

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