A/N- Aloha people :)
So I've been working really hard trying to make sure I get this story right from the start so I don't end up hating it. I really hope you guys like it and find it interesting enough.
I'm looking forward to seeing where this story goes, as I have only planned major events and have a brief story outline.
I really hope you like it though cause I've been playing around with this idea for a while I just want to make it good.
Anyway, sorry for rambling.
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------------Chapter 2 ~ Fight Night
Jacob P.O.V
The dim room howls with the voices of over 200 college students.
"I can't believe you managed to drag me to one of these." I complain to Chase who is nudging the excited people off him.
"Why are you so boring all the time? Just shut up and place your bets would ya?"
"I told you. I'm not betting on this mindless shit."
"Suit yourself, princess." Chase shrugs and disappears for a moment to go place his own bet.
I push through the crowd towards the ring, deciding I might as well see something while I'm here. Chase finds me as the designated commentator for tonight begins his speech, using the raw power of his deep voice to yell over the crowd.
"Are you ready for a fight?!"
The crowd booms in response and I roll my eyes.
"Tonight, in the blue corner, we have none other than 'The Bulldozer' himself, Hamish Garson!"
The roar of the people almost deafens me as the first fighter enters the ring. He is a little older than me but probably weighs double what I do.
"And in the red corner tonight we have," there is a pause for suspense, making me want to laugh. "The one, the only, Riley 'The Reaper' Dean!"
My breath catches in my throat as she climbs into the ring.
"They can't be seriously making her fight that guy?" I look at Chase and he smiles.
"She volunteered."
I shake my head and try to scramble closer. The bell sounds and the crowd begins to yell at the fighters. I am only catching glimpses of the action through the arms of shouting people. I hear a loud thud as someone hits the cement floor.
I burst through the cluster of people and see 'The Bulldozer' laying on his back with a bruised and broken face.
"And the winner is, 'Riley The Reaper!'" The commentator pulls up Riley's hand and everyone cheers and whistles.
All at once the crowd starts to move around quickly to get their money and get out of here. I search for Chase but he's no where in my vision so I assume he was pushed out with the crowd.
"Lost?"
I spin around to Riley Dean's smirking face.
"No, I'm not lost."
"That's because I found you." She smiles, blood stained on her cheek.
She reaches into her sports bra and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a lighter she retrieved from her pocket.
"You've got something right there." I point to my cheek where the blood is on hers.
She shrugs and wipes the back of her hand over her cheek, only smearing the dry blood. She takes a drag from the white stick and blows out the smoke.
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