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FOUR

The following Saturday, Jack, Camille and Tyler walked into Lou's bar, waiting for everyone to leave, as it was closing time.

The three followed the bartender, as he led them through the back of the building, and down the steps. That led them to a big basement, where they were planning to have their fights every Saturday.

Tyler stood up in front of everyone as he began to tell the members the rule of the club.

"Gentlemen, welcome to fight club. The first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club!" Tyler emphasised making everyone nod at him.

The men listened carefully all eager to begin their insane hobby.

Tyler continued "Third rule of fight club someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time fellas. Sixth rule, no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. The eight rule, if this is your first night, you have to fight. The ninth and final rule, is the most important one, is any of you ever go near my girl or even talk to her, you'll never be seen again" Tyler finishes with a very serious tone.

The men in the room glance at Camille, before looking back at Tyler in utter fear.

Camille rolls her eyes while giving him a little smile.

For the rest of the night numerous fights had taken place. Camille wasn't a big fan of them.

She was leaning against Tyler shielding her face when one got to gory. "You don't gotta come here y'know" Tyler tells her putting his arm around her shoulders.

"But I wanna be with you" she says putting her  head on his shoulder.

All he did was smile taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Camille tuts, wiping some dry blood off his nose.

(Time skip)

It was a few days later, the trio were walking down the street, on their way to the bus. Tyler had his arm draped over Camille, Jack alongside them.

"If you could fight any celebrity, who would you fight" Jack asks the two

"Alive or dead" Camille asks

"Doesn't matter, who'd be tough" jack answers her.

"I don't know" she says with a frown.

"That's ok baby, I'd fight Hemingway, what about you" he asked Jack

"Shatner, I'd fight William shatner" he answers quickly.

"Oh! I'd fight princess Diana. She was won bad bitch rest her soul" Camille said.

Tyler threw his cigarette, taking Camille on to the bus with his hand, jack still in front of him.

𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱.

"Is that what a man looks like? Jack asks the couple. He was looking at a male model on a Calvin klein poster.

Tyler laughs before answering "Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction..." tyler says to him.

A man walks past shoving Camille on his way "excuse me" he says in an unbothered tone.

Camille fell against Tyler he held her upright.
"Watch it dick" He says with a warning look on his face.