Beautiful Delight

Chapter 3

"I haven't seen you fight in so long. Impressive as I remember." She says, cool headed as always.

"Now I know why your name sounded familiar, Stacy." I say to her, chuckling at the end.

"A pleasure to be remembered." Stacy replied.

Being a girl and part of a Muay Thai fighting club has its challenges. Are the people nice? Yes, that's how I met Harold. But, there will always be assholes. When Stacy joined the club, it felt amazing to have someone that understood my struggles and we had each other's back. We were the only girls in the club. It felt like a sisterhood.

College got harder for her so she had to drop all extracurriculars. Her grandma that raised her got sick, and she needed to pay her medical bills. Her professors made her life a living hell. She was majoring in electrical engineering which added to the stress. To top it all off she lost her scholarships due to her declining grades. Making her fall off the grid. All of this happened when she was in her third year.

"We need to connect again, I missed you." I say to Stacy.

"We do, I would miss me too." She says and winks.

She's always been like this, it's nice to see that some things don't change. But I'm also glad that she's in a better place now.

When I looked for Harold he was already right behind me. In the corner of my eye I see the black haired dude shifting on his feet, as if he had something to say. Before I could ask him Daisy comes running to me and gives me a big hug as she giggles to herself. She looks down at me and says, "You were awesome, you're a little rusty though."

Harold chuckled knowing that Daisy didn't mean it as an insult. I know that too, and I also know I have to go to the gym more. Maybe even join a Muay Thai gym, but only if Harold joins with me. I look at Daisy and tell her, "Thank you."

She then lets me go and sits on a chair to my right. Even though I'm in my own bubble it bursts as I remember what brought me to our current events. Why is the black haired dude still here? Shit, am I getting the police called on me?

"Am I going to be in trouble for fighting?" I ask looking between Stacy and the black hair guy.

"By my standards the other guy asked for it, but it depends on him." She says, pointing at him.

He looks at Daisy and says, "I am so sorry for what he did to you. I was supposed to be watching him and I didn't. This is all my fault."

Daisy looks surprised, but then hugs him. After she pats his shoulder and says, "I accept your apology."

She goes back to sit in her chair leaving us four to talk. Why is he still here? Is he really going to press charges agaisn't me? Fuck, I should've had a friend in law school instead of med school. I can already see Austin slapping me for saying that.

He looks at me nervously, and I can see his face blushing a little around his cheeks. Wait, am I or am I not getting charges pressed? I need him to say something already. He stops shifting and asks, almost whispering, "Can I talk to you privately?"

I was about to say sure. However, Harold knowing what I'd say, intervened. "Whatever you have to say, say it here."

The guy looked even more nervous now, his hands were shaking. I wouldn't blame him, Harold looks and is an intimidating person. He's also very tall, 6 feet, which adds to the intimidating factor. The guy put his hand in his hoodie's pocket to grab something.

When he took out the item, he was rushing so much that he dropped it on the floor. Harold automatically stepped in front of me, in case it was something dangerous. The guy in a hurry picked it up, and put it in front of him and said, "I want to make it up to you, so could I get your number?"