The Fighter

Chapter One:

I was basically in love with the towns bad boy. I would give anything for him to notice me but it would never happen. He was too caught up in all the drugs and all the fights and all the pretty girls on side of the street to notice anyone who didn't want drugs, a fight, or a quick fuck. The only thing more important to Justin than his bad boy reputation was his family and gang. Justin of course would do anything for them which would end up with someone dead in the end. But Justin was such a good liar and he had a charm that can get him out of anything.

Which is how he always got away with murder and the drug sells when he was brought in. No women could tell him no and even the men couldn't they were absolutely terrified of him and his power. He could end their lives and ruin everything for them with a snap of his fingers. But I didn't care that Justin could do all of those things. I saw Justin as my old best friend who left me when he discovered what drugs could do and what his looks and charm could get him. I was so deeply in love with my ex best friend that I was willing to sneek out just to see him almost kill someone.

I am just waiting for Justin to be the Justin I knew before all of this. And the only way I knew how was to get him to remember it all before the things that happened happened. And I have no idea how I'm going to get Justin to remember when he doesn't even remember me. His best friend since he was a little boy. But honestly as I watch justin throw bone crunching punches to this poor kids face I wish that he wouldn't go back to the Justin I knew because this is who Justin has become and there has to be a reason for it. And I will find a way to either fix him or fall even more in love with him. Both dangerous but so worth it in the end.

Justin punched the kid he was facing until he could barely stand his entire face was black and blue his lip and eye busted. It was a disgusting sight to see. Justin looked proud at his work his face perfectly fine nothing had been busted or ripped. The only blood on him was the kids. No bruises anywhere on Justin he was perfectly fine showing just how strong and powerful he was. He looked so attractive shirtless, tattoos, and perfect muscles defining his body just the right way. I was almost positive I was drooling at the sight of him.

Justin was looking around in the crowd smirking at the many girls looking at him. I looked away from him and turned to walk home. It was a normal Friday night watching the street fights until Justin's ended and then I'd leave and then wait for the next Friday night. I walked the short walk home and quickly climbed the tree and into my bed room quicky undressing and getting into my bed and looking up to the ceiling thinking. If only Justin remembered then maybe things would go the way I wanted.