She's No Longer With The Band

Seventeen.

Uh... hi guys!

Nate's Point of View:

It's Tuesday already.

And here we are, lined up like dogs preparing to fight each other for the entertainment of these sadist fucks. 

"So," Alessandro started, dark eyes glancing over the clipboard heavily. "Here is the list,"

My heart began to thump out of my chest, its speed slowly picking up as it all hit me at once. What was happening, who I was with, where I was, and what I was about to do. Every day I question why I inevitably put myself in this position, and every day I live with the regret of having done this to myself, and more importantly, my friends.

I'm the one to blame, nobody else.

I swallowed as I looked up from my feet, all of us were circled around Alessandro and Giovanni. A bunch of tall jacked men getting ready for something bloody and violent. Truthfully, I didn't want to fight, I didn't feel like getting my ass kicked or even winning for that matter. I know that Andrew is fucking enjoying this, I can see it on his face.

Alessandro cleared his throat and gripped onto the clipboard tighter, thick fingers curling around the thin piece of wood. "Cohen, Wright,"

Jackson brought his gaze to Alec who grinned meanly.

"Johnson, Valence."

My stomach dropped at that, because now I know that it's down to two people. Two people that I really don't want to fight, and two people I'd legit hate to lose to. I gritted my teeth and my chest tightened as I just stood there, looking down, while facing the crystal clear facts: I either have Andrew or Brady.

Alessandro must've noticed the subtle change of expression on my face as I kept my gaze at my feet. I saw the motherfucker grin out of the corner of my eyes at my despair and he then kept his eyes locked on mine as he uttered the next two names.

"Williams, King," He continued, ever so slowly, a mean smile accompanying his words.

Oh okay, so it's just fuck me I guess.

"And finally, Presley and DeRosé."

What did I expect? They know about my history with Brady, why wouldn't they put the two of us together? Why wouldn't they try to not only humiliate but aggravate me? They can do whatever the fuck they want, and I really shouldn't be surprised that they put me with Brady first. This is quite literally, enjoyable for them.

I didn't even glance over at Brady because I didn't want to see his expression. I know for a fact it wasn't disappointment, and that he was probably enjoying the idea in his head that we would spar with each other first. He for sure likes the idea of kicking my ass while everyone gets to watch and humiliate me in the process.

He always has.

Or maybe I'm just lying to myself now.

"DeRosé," Giovanni said causing my head to shoot up. "You will spar with Presley first,"

I raised my brows and my lips instantly pressed into a thin line, annoyance drawn all across my features. "Of course,"

"Do you have a... problem with that?" Giovanni asked as he stepped to me.

I was the same height as him, I'm muscular but not as muscular as he is. One thing that works is that I didn't have the disadvantage of having to look up at him being that we're the same height. I smirked tiredly, my head hanging to the side as I began shaking my head. I didn't know what I was planning on saying, but I didn't have enough energy to think of something witty. I was too tired to argue, but also too tired to be polite.