'𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝟐𝟐'

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒.
𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟴:𝟭𝟱 𝗔𝗠.

Julian had been in class, thinking here and there about his lessons with red throughout the last couple weeks. The fact he actually had red's number now was on his mind too.

They haven't texted exactly, but even the fact they had the chance to was enough for him for now.

He liked the sessions a lot since he was basically getting private lessons with red. Red was really good at fighting too. But he assumed since that's what red did he would be good at it.

But that got him wondering something. Who was red exactly? Was he just some illegal underground fighter who sold like rayjay on the side or more? He didn't even know red's last name, let alone his real first one.

He knew he was pushing it, but he couldn't help thinking what red did in his free time when he was fighting or sleeping.  But that's what getting to know him meant.

Learning who he was.

"Julian we hit dat shit the other day, and dem
cookies was buss but you never sent those tiktok's to me." Celina voice broke julian out of his own thoughts and made him look up and at her walking into the room with a busted lip and messy hair.

Julian jaw dropped before he got up and walked over to her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her towards him a little. "What the hell happened to you? Forget about those tiktoks."

"Calm down julian," She tried to start but julian wasn't having it.

"No. Stop playing, and tell me what happened."

"I beat a bitch up, fucked ha up so bad she had to get one hit in or two. Simple. Posted it in my close friends and everything. You can find it everywhere prolly if Ima be fa real. Just go on instagram and you gon see it." She said it so casually julian had to make sure he was hearing right.

"Pause. You beat who up?" Julian knew celina was, well, a fighter but he didn't know she had wanted to fight anyone expect for,

"Yasmine." She stated and then started smirking. "Had ha shit leakin' from every hole in ha fuckin bitch ass face."