Cassie marched into the private room, making sure to shut the door behind her.
"Watch out!"
Cassie swiftly side stepped out of the way, as a boy a little older than herself stumbled past and collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"Good one Big M," the boy half grimaced, half grinned. He sat up and gingerly touched the side of his face.
Cassie looked in the direction of 'Big M' and stopped cold. Her stomach fluttered uncontrollably, at the mere sight of the handsome, slightly built, 14 year old boy across from her.
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"Sorry," she muttered "I thought this was a private room,"
"Yeah, they call it that," Big M shrugged leaning casually against the wall. "It's more like... a VIP room. I'm Micheal, and that dope is Tyler,"
Tyler was throwing fake punches at Cassie's face, seeing if he could make her flinch. "Come on honey," he grinned "I'll trade licks with you. You hit me, then I'll hit you. And we'll see who cries first,"
"Alright! Here," Tyler grinned, handing her a boxing glove. "Padding so you don't hurt your hand,"
"More like, so I don't hurt your face," she corrected, slipping on the glove.
Before Tyler could finish laughing, Cassie delivered a solid hook to the side of his jaw, and he collapsed like a ton of bricks, unconscious.
"I guess he won't be able to take his turn," she observed casually.
Micheal grabbed his side and bent over, laughing. "What's in that glove, rocks?"
"Just my fist," she grinned. "So yeah, close enough,"
Tyler groaned and sat up. "I think I'm done for today," he grimaced.
"What's your name?" Micheal asked, ignoring his friend.
"Cassie," she replied, as Tyler shut the door on his way out.
"Wait, no way," Micheal exclaimed, snapping his fingers and pointing at her. "Cassie CHAMBER?"
"Yeah..." Cassie confirmed, confused.
"I knew I recognized you," he grinned. "Come on, I want to show you something,"
Micheal took her by the hand, and ran out of the room.
***
Billy flopped down next to Sierra on the couch, with a sigh of relief. "Dishes, done. The sugar high demon, outside torturing Jake and Jack. Do you need anything?"
