Love?, pathetic, i am a Bad-ass secretly

Chapter 8

Hey guys sorry for the late update againL

But anyways here is chapter 8!!!! i know it sucks and it's a short chapter but it is just a filler nothing much. i have so much things on my plate already i didn't had enough time to write this but enjoy anyways.

Chapter 8

Days passed by as it got boring, I didn’t go to fight these few days because of my bruise and also my parents are home earlier than before. They never come home this early and my little brother is also home so I can’t even sneak out of the house midnight or else or I would be caught.

School is so boring! I just want to stay in my bed the whole day and snuggle up into my comfy sheet sleeping like a baby. But that dream is shatter, because of my parent. They gave me a whole list of chores to do and they even write it in bold letters if I don’t do any of the chores I would be kicked out the house and on to the street nowhere to go. So I wouldn’t risk being homeless.

I got home after school and started to do my chores. I picked the paper from the counter and read what I have to do.

       Vacuum the living room

       Mow the lawn

.      Wash the dishes

.      Do the laundry

       Clean the rooms

.      Mop the floor

      Wash the car

And the last one number eight is written in bold letters ‘FIND A JOB’

Wow harsh much. So I started to do my chores I vacuum the living room, I washed the dishes, I wash the car and I even clean the lawn in this kind of weather. When I was finish I was sweating like a pig. I went to take a nice long hot shower and relaxing my body. When I done, I went back downstairs to check what I have to do.

As I picked it up, I ended up finding that the last chore was to find a job. Well I don’t exactly need a job for money since fighting brings great income for me.

Ah, so an Idea just pop up. I know I could tell my parents that I found a job that is a late night shift downtown, but in reality my job would be fighting and not being an employee in some old shabby shops.

Ooh I really like this plan. I ran up to my room, I’m surprised that I didn’t trip. I changed into my let’s call it my ‘Bad-ass’ clothing that is hidden in my closet. I just love wearing it is because it brings out the real me and not the nerdy me I made. This is me, the girl that is secretly a bad-ass, but in public a nerd.

As I reach, there are a lot of people as usual, I don’t even know them. Why? You might ask is because I don’t socialize with anybody. I don’t want them to be too involved into my complicated life. A life that I can’t really figures. I don’t want people to know my business, especially the people who have a big mouth blabs everything out that they swear that they would never tell anyone.

“Hey John”

“Hey Kiddo, what’s up with you these few days without showing up? People are going crazy betting on you, but eventually you didn’t show up that everyone decided to leave” He asked

“Oh you know busy with… uh stuff. Yeah I was busy with stuff” I lied nervously, I didn’t think through what I was going to say.  Oh great. Now he would suspect something fishy around.

“Hmm… Okay so let’s start off who you will be challenging tonight” He let the subject go, but I know he was unconvinced. He looks through a list he was holding trying to find a person I could challenge.

“Ah here it is! You are challenging Rodger Frederick, he’s 31 and he’s well-built with the height of 6’7. If you could beat this opponent of yours then you’ll get $8000, deal?”

“Eight thousand fucking dollars? what are you joking me? Of course it’s going to be a deal!” I said in delight.

“You’re going to be in the next 20 minutes” He said to me before walking away, chuckling to himself how enthusiast I was.

As I started heading for the ring, I heard my name being called. I turned around and came face to face with …Ian.

His eyes locked in mine while his lips are stretched into a smirk. Our faces are only inches apart. My stomach starting to flutter but I don’t know why.

“How may I help you?” I said in an innocent, profession tone.

“Well… you can help me by… accompanying me in my bedroom together alone and show what you got” He said seductively with a huge smirk on his face.

“Well, no thank you, you can ask some sluts to do that for you, you jerk” I said and snapped at him.

“But I only want you; you’re so damn sexy and hot” The conceited jerk himself said.

“And I don’t want you, so leave me alone” I said in a bitter tone, giving him a ‘threatening look’ but he don’t realized it is because his eyes are roaming up and down my body. Perv!

Doesn’t he get it; I don’t want him in my pants. And all those clues I gave him that I don’t want anything to do with him, but he is so thick headed that its information can’t get into his head and mind.

I just walk away from him before he can say something else, it was time for me to fight anyways.