|Chapter Nine|
- Kyrie
I texted Devyn.
Me: You still coming to my fight tonight shorty?
I don't know what's been going on with her lately but she's been acting crazy as hell. I thought I was starting to change her mindset but I guess I was wrong.
I looked at the time. It was almost time for the 2nd round of the males to start. I was already in my fighting attire. I looked over at Darnell and Yasmin talking. It hurt me because I really do miss Yas already. She is so gorgeous and perfect to me and I hate that she lost her match tonight. Her face was already fucked up from Dev but now it was as if she had gotten ran over by a damn truck. It hurt my heart to see such a beautiful person be hurt so badly for the wrong reasons.
I walked over to them. They looked at me.
"Have y'all seen Devyn?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Why is that any of your concern?" Darnell asked.
"I invited her and she hasn't texted me back," I spoke.
He chuckled. "She must be ignoring you because she always texts back unless she's sleep. Besides, if she was in the hood she would let me know," he spoke. I looked at this bitch-made nigga. I know he was supplying Yasmin with weed and it made me even more mad.
"Yeah," I said before walking off. I walked over to the waiting area. I saw my opponent, Tyreece, and smirked. This had to be an easy win. Tyreece hasn't faught in God knows when so I know he's not even ready for my performance. He chuckled at me in return.
The 3rd round was finished. I looked towards the crowd to see if Devyn may've been there. No sign of her. I sighed as the called mine and Tyreece's names. Time to fight.
I walked into the air and we looked at each other. I always hit first. I said a quick prayer and then lunged at him. I rocked him right in the jaw. "Ooo shit," I heard people hissing in the crowd. I punched repeatedly with both hands as I felt his light hits hitting my chest. This nigga was light weight.
Then I felt my arm being twisted and the next thing I know he had my arm behind my back and dropped me on the floor. I quickly turned over on my back to get up but was knocked back down by a forceful punch.
"Shit," I hissed.
'Keep fighting' I said in my head.
I got up and slammed him on the ground. I punched and punched until he headbutted me. I held my head as I got up and backed up in pain. He came running and kicked me in the stomach. I winced in pain.
"Fuckkk," I groaned.
"Yeah bitch," he said as he slapped the hell outta' me. That sent my head spinning. Another punch came right to my jaw followed my a scratch to the face.
I felt myself blacking out.
I was KO'd.
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- Yasmin
I watched as Kyrie got his ass beat. I couldn't see him like this. "Darnell," I whispered. "Hmm?" he asked while smoking a blunt laced with coke.
"I have to help him!" I croaked before running to Kyrie's side. He was knocked out with a bloody and scratched face.
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Never Stop Being You
Teen Fiction17 year old Devyn Wright is the average girl but then again she's not. She's mixed with black and white and she has a love-hate relationship with being mixed. She hates that she even has black blood in her but she loves that her light-skin makes her...