Two Lonely Hearts

I Win A Fight??

a reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. the man who never reads lives only one. -George R. R. martin

Alex pov
I run out my room and race down the stairs, desperate to get to the fight downstairs

the first Thing that happens is a Punch to the face. yup, that's Right. i got punched in the face. hard, not a light Punch, a Punch i will still feel in a week

My first thought was to cry but that would make me look pathetic so i Held it in. instead i punched the nutter back. even harder

"take that you Pizza Looking piece of shit!" i laugh out. hey he Looks familiar.

i couldn't dwell on that thought for Long, because Mr. punchy kicked me in the stomach. i doubled over in pain, my only thought was to break the fuckers nose. So i did just that

I curl my fist and Punch him square in the nose, effectively Breaking it. oh my god...wait. oh yeah it's Daniel! my old frie- i couldn't finish that sentence because of the searing pain spreading through my stomach. he kicked me! he actually kicked me. that hurt!

"Daniel? is that you old friend? how are you Buddy??!" i groan in pain while Blocking and ducking punches and kicks from my old bestie. i take a Chance and kick his legs so he falls to the Ground

"shut the fuck up, bitch" he groans as he kicks me away from him. i fall on my butt. he does not Sound happy to see me, but to be fair the last time i talked to him was when i apologized for standing him up

"how in the ever loving shit Monkeys did you track me down broseph! also that hurt,frick you my dude"i jump back up and kick Daniel Right in the stomach. payback bitch.

now that he's on the Floor i have time to look around. it does not look great. it's literally three against eight or Five. James is punching the shit out of one, he's obviously Winning. "nice one James!"i shout excitedly, which probabaly wasn't a good idea because he turned around to me, so that meant his boxing partner got a hit in. hey,ok he didn't have to look...so that wasn't really my fault

no name guy seems to be doing just fine, the guy on the Ground in front of him does not seem to be doing fine. poor guy....Looks dead.

he runs his bloody Hand through his hair and groans in exshaustion. we lock eyes for a few seconds before i look away. hey it's not my fault, it's Daniels fault! he got back up, the Little chicken shit ruined our Moment.

before i have time to comprehend what was Happening, daniel took my arm and slammed me onto the table, effectively Breaking it and my back, also maybe my ego

i lay there in pain, the adrenaline already leaving me. i groan and try to get back up,which doesn't work i just end up back on the broken table

Daniel stalks over to me, obviously Ready to end this- this being my life,probably-but i get the best idea ever

he's Standing over me now so I grab his ankle and pull. ha stupid Daniel, he really thought he coul- my breath is knocked out of my lungs, i gasp out and try to push the body off me so i can breath properly. Dude is heavy.

i should've expected that to happen honestly. I mentally shrug, not like i can do anything against it now

A guy comes running at me, so i pick up a broken table leg and wack him in the stomach. He doubles over in pain. While he's doubled over i hit him over the head with tje table leg. the guy falls onto the ground with a thud, then passes out.

i kick his uncounscious body, because...well he deserved it!

The sounds of grunts and fists meeting faces lessens into heavy breathing and a body saying hi to the floor. The owner of the heavy breathing is james. He stands to his full hight, picks up his rings that were laying on the counter next to the unconscious bloody body and takes a deep breath "well that was fun but let's not do that again. Those cock suckers almost ruined my suit!" he says while slipping his rings on, one by one