𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED]

𝒍𝒙𝒊𝒊. strike last (3)

chapter sixty-two:
❛ strike last (3) ❜

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Arizona stood in the arena, her heart hammering against her ribs. The roar of the crowd was deafening, a sea of cheers and shouts that blurred together into an almost hypnotic hum. But despite the overwhelming noise, her mind was laser-focused on one thing-her upcoming match. This was it. The final bout. The moment that would determine everything. And, of all people, she was going up against Zara Malik.

Zara, the biggest egotistical bitch to ever step on a mat. The girl who strutted around like she owned the world, who talked down to her opponents as if they were beneath her, who carried herself with an arrogance so thick it made Arizona's skin crawl. Beating her wouldn't just mean a victory-it would be justice. It would be shutting her up once and for all.

Arizona shifted on her feet, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. Her fingers twitched at her sides, nerves making her stomach churn. She needed to see Miguel. If she could just find him, maybe the anxiety twisting in her chest would loosen, if only for a moment.

Before she could spot him, a firm nudge to her arm made her turn.

"Bubblegum," Johnny Lawrence's voice cut through the noise like a grounding force. "Just focus on what you need to do out there and nothing else."

His tone was serious, but there was a glint of encouragement in his eyes. He knew how much this meant. He knew the pressure she was under.

Arizona swallowed hard, nodding, but her fingers still found their way to her mouth, biting at her nails.