Stuck with the schools Bad Boy

Chapter 11

The lighting of the arena was dim, aside from the bright lights which hovered over the two men circling each other in the cage.

Blake was one of those men. Or should I say boy.

The fear thoughts looped around in my mind until there was no room for anything else. Why was he going up against a man? He could get himself killed.

He towered over his opponent, however. He had a good half a head on him, and bigger arms yet the guy had a bulkier build and a bigger chest.

"Ripper Ripper!" men chanted from the top of their lungs.

My heart thumped loudly. The roars of men pierced through my ears as their cheering increased to an aggressive level.

Blake's opponent lunged at him, swinging his arm back to land a punch to his jaw but Blake held his fists in front of his face blocking his punch easily.

I chewed on my bottom lip, my heart clenching in relief.

The cheering got louder if that was even possible, as soon as Blake attacked. Swiftly, he slammed his right palm down on the man's face, shattering his nose.

The crowd went wild.

I didn't know why seeing Blake fighting got me so worried, but it did. My eyes were glued to him. His shirt was off, exposing his tattoos which only made him appear more intimidating. The veins in his biceps bulged, his muscles flexing as he moved. His chest was dripping with sweat, droplets rolling down his abs almost teasingly. Black shorts clung dangerously low on his hips, his knuckles covered with white tape. His hair stuck to his forehead, the trickles of sweat making its way down his face.

How can he look so sexy?

His opponent snarled, balls of spit flying out of his mouth. He had an unattractive face, probably from all the damage that had been done to it from fighting. His jaw was uneven and his nose was crooked. A faint scar ran down his eye, starting from the top of his eyebrow and ending at the start of his cheek. He wasn't pale skinned but he wasn't near as tanned as Blake. He had tattoos of his own but they covered his chest.

He lunged for him, aiming a punch to his face but Blake was fast. He ducked, swiftly landing a punch to his side causing the man to stumble back. Blake again was fast, so fast that his opponent didn't have enough time to put his arms up. Socking him in the throat, the man weezed out, falling on his knees. He scrambled toward Blake's feet before turning his hip as he tried to knee him in the groin. However, Blake saw it coming. He banged his nose with his forehead, causing him to stumble back again. Something in Blake's eyes shifted, a lethal look. Grabbing the man by his neck, he jabbed him in is stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As the man came down on his back, Blake got on top of him, landing punch after punch to his face, each punch increasing in force.

I couldn't breathe as the crowd got even louder. When was this fight going to end?

"Heaven what can you see!" Caroline screamed at me from the floor.

I didn't have it in me to answer her, I didn't want to look away from him.

"That's it. I'm coming up" she huffed.

I snorted to myself. If I barely made it up here, I doubt that she cou-

I jumped in fright as her small body swiftly got up beside mine.

My eyes widened in shock. "How the hell did you do that?"

She smirked smugly at me, "My cheerleading skills pay off."

I grinned, rolling my eyes playfully at her.

"Is that Blake?" Caroline's eyes were wide for about fifteen seconds before she released a bored look. "Can't say i'm not surprised" she looked over at me.