𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

I had woken up in Felix's bed in the morning, with a body of warmth radiating next to me. I opened my eyes groggily. A pile of blonde hair was on the pillow next to me. Felix.
Memories of last night flooded over me and I sat up in the bed. A hand grabbed me.
Felix looked at me half asleep. "No, don't go." He whined. I smiled at him before a memory engulfed me. I remembered saying almost the exact words to Pan when we slept together.
My smiled faltered a bit before I pulled my arm away from Felix and stood from the bed.
Sighing, I ruffled my hands through my hair. I walked out of the hut, saying my goodbyes to Felix as I left.
I walked down the steps of the hut, heading towards my own. When I reached the familiar steps of the doorway, I turned the knob and headed inside.
I stepped inside of my hut. It didn't take long for me to notice Wendy and Peter in his bed, still sleeping with Peter's arm wrapped around her.
I pursed my lips and shook my head. I walked towards my dresser and pulled out a simple tight crop top and spandex to show off my curves. Peter was sleeping with Wendy, why not show him something he could never have?
I left the hut in a hurry. I didn't want to get close to those people again.
I walked towards the fight dome, the one where I had beaten that puny red head who had the audacity to fight me. I needed to get my anger out somehow.
I saw a row of boys lined up to wrestle. I joined the end of the line. The boys had gotten used to seeing me fight, so no one batted an eye or protested about me lining up.
I watched fights, people winning and losing. Finally, it was my turn to fight someone. I had learned that the person who won the fight got to stay in the ring, and would keep fighting until they lost. I usually could stay in the ring for a good fifteen minutes.
I had gotten my fists a bit bloody while maintaining my stay in the ring for a good ten minutes. When I won against my twentieth opponent, I looked back at the huts. Wendy was heading out of Pan's hut. And she was coming closer to the ring. Why, did she want to fight me?
I ignored her and focused on my new opponent. Block, punch, kick. It was three motions over and over again. I imagined my opponent was Pan or Wendy, and I punched with more accuracy and force. When my opponent backed down, I examined my fists. Not too shabby. The boy had left the ring and a new person entered. I prepared my fists for another battle.
I looked back up at my new opponent and took a double take. Wait what? Blonde hair, brown eyes, and red lips?
Wendy. She was glaring right at me. Why was she in the ring? A little daisy like her would never survive. The boys waiting in line, now sensing a newfound tension between us, started hooting and making noise, expecting us to carry out with the fight. I narrowed my eyes at this girl. Who did she think she was? Stealing Pan and now trying to fight me?
I tightened my fists and waited for her to strike first. She did, and sloppily too. I easily dodged her attack, before twisting her arm back. She screamed in pain. I kicked her in the back and she fell. I let her regain her posture. She fixed her pretty hair before staring at me. I looked back with hard eyes. God, how I hated this bitch.
She tried to punch me again, but I ducked, sending a punch to her stomach. She let out a shock of surprise, before I tackled her and straddled her, making her powerless. She tried to bite my hand, but I slapped her instead and punched her a couple times.
Louder cheers overwhelmed us, several lost boys cheering. I raised my hand to slap her again, but felt a wrist grabbing me. I looked up in shock. No one was supposed to intervene with ring fights, it was against the rules.
It was Pan who had grabbed my wrist. A look of fury and disappointment crossed his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. I raised my eyebrows. Why was he defending Wendy? Then again, I'm not really surprised. He lifted me off of Wendy, and roughly threw me out of the ring.
It seemed to all be in slow motion. There were tall rocks surrounding the ring, as a barricade to protect people from intervening with fights. When you climbed in a ring, people had to help you get into the barrier by lifting you up by your feet. When Pan threw me, my head banged against the rock, and my vision went blurry. I heard a nasty crack, and saw stars. When I touched my head, red, sticky liquid were on my fingers. Voices were distorted, and the last thing I saw before I passed out was Pan's distressed face filled with regret.
Then it went black.

Author's Note: guys dw she gets better real fast😙 also i went to sephora the other day and found the rare beauty eye brightener:00 im so happy
wendy is such a bitch tbh 🔪😬 dw chloe and pan get better
also currently watching never have i ever and i'm team daxton:) sorry to devi and ben shippers, y'all are cute too
also i'm going to write more in the summer, just finals are coming up and my stupid math teacher wants to squeeze more lessons in the four days we have before exam review😟 send an sos but good night lovelies! ilysm and i need to go to bed so bye!!🫶🏻💕<3