They Call Me Midnight

Kyle and The Gym

I walked down the hallway trying to think about food, and get my mind off of what just happened for a bit, but all I could do is replay that scene over and over again.

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Going to class right now would just be a waste of my time; plus it'd draw attention towards me. I walked swiftly towards the gym knowing that no one would be in there at this time- I went there when I skipped a class or I just felt like a quick workout. The halls were silent, no one would go to the bathroom or anything at this time because it was so close to lunch the teachers would not let them, so everyone was in class. The silence was comforting but also stressing, due to the fact that I was left with my mind and all I could think of was what had just happened between I and the school's newer bad boy, Colby Allen.

You see, Colby Allen didn't just notice people unless he wanted something, such as hooking up 'Like that'd happen with me' I mentally snorted at my own mind, but he is known to be a heartless sex addict- not my words- that only does things that benefit him. So I'm going to steer clear of him and all the attention he attracts.

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Once I made it to the gym I quickly scurried to the wrestling area which had mats, I often used them instead of the hard floor.

I got into my seemingly flawless stance- but it has flaws and weak points I know every one of them by heart, heh most people don't, and that's one thing that makes them weak. Knowing your weak spots can help you know where you need to protect most and if you can't find your own flaws you're going to have one hell of a time finding your opponents in the little time given once the match starts.- my head slightly tilted down to protect my throat, my legs spread and firmly planted for balance, my arm down a little lower than most people's due to one of my weak spots- my left knee- so I could more easily help block it but I was fast enough to bring my hands high enough to block my face if needed, and as every fighter knows my thumbs on the outside of my clenched fist, if they were inside my fist they would easily yet painfully be broken due to how
hard I throw my punches.
I wanted to practice how fast I could throw a punch then immediately throw a kick after with out loosing my balance, and vice versa, it was something that I had been needing to work on after the move.

I'm not usually one to brag but.... I'm the number one street fighter in the state. It can sometimes be hard... But street fighting has always been my escape from reality, I might sound like a total cliché but it's the truth, I can forget all my problems, all the stress, all the anger and regret, and just fade into the darkness of Midnight... No one knows where to find me, who I am, or what I do... That's the way I like things now. I like them to be temporary; no strings attached, nothing to lose and nothing I wanted to gain... If things ended like last time I don't know if I'd have the strength to go on, at least not again. I tried to have the best interest for everyone in mind, including myself. I don't want anymore people getting hurt because of what I do in my free time. It's that simple.

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After about twenty-five minutes of practicing I had the move almost flawless. The bell was about to ring, so I began to make my way to the locker room to take a quick shower and put my normal clothes back on, as well as redo me light makeup. It would take about fifteen minutes out of my lunch but I eat quickly and Lexi was usually in the Library for her lunch period- I would sometimes join her but I'd normally spend my time in the gym- so no one was really waiting on me, besides the possibility of Maddie waiting trying to ruin the rest of my day. It was actually funny to me that she can take so much of her time and let it be consumed by someone she doesn't even like, AKA me, but that is just how some people roll.

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I was about to open the door of the girls locker room when I heard something that made me want to vomit- I might have actually threw up a little in my mouth but not the point- I heard moans and loud ones at that you could tell what ever slut was in there wasn't trying to hold anything back. I immediately turned on my heels and headed for the boys locker room and prayed no one was in there. I opened the door and looked around, after a little bit of looking around making sure no one else was in here I locked the door and brought my bag to the showers. After about a two minute power shower I put a towel around my self and used a smaller towel to dry my hair as best I could. I put my pink lace underwear on under my towel and was about to take off my towel to put the rest of my clothes on when I hear footsteps. 'SHIT' I start to panic and grab my bag and go into a shower stall hoping that who ever it is doesn't notice me.

"It's strange that the door was locked at this." A familiar voice said with a hint of curiosity. The voice belonged to none other than Kyle. Kyle was Colby's best friend and basically one of the biggest man whores I know. He slept with just about anything that had a heartbeat. Kyle had red-brown hair that was lighter than most of the guys in our schools. He had Hazel eyes that you could almost separate the green from the brown in, and I'm not gonna lie his eyes were beautiful. He is captain of the school's soccer team so he wasn't in bad shape either. So I could see why some girls could fall for him.

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The gasp of Kyle is what had shaken me out of my daze.
"Well what do we have here? A pretty little naked girl in the boys locker room. You are one naughty girl..." Kyle smirked devilishly at me. 'Oh dear god give me the strength not to take him out right now' I thought as I looked down at the ground not knowing what to say. I was blushing. It was quite rare but not impossible for me to blush. I slowly looked up and saw Kyle stalking closer.

"W-Well I didn't want to disturb the people in the girls locker room so I came here." My blush deepened ever so slightly. God I hated when I couldn't control my emotions and or hormones, no matter how hard I tried I just became more flushed but this time with frustration.

"You have been miss behaving, I think you need to lean a lesson." Kyle said with this evil glint in his eyes.

"No need." I said quite coldly, a little too cold for my act. Kyle looked a little taken aback at first but quickly recovered. He slowly approached me as he looked up and down me once or twice.

"That would be enough, Kyle." An icy yet angry voice boomed through the locker room and I immediately grabbed the coroner hemm of the towel and started putting it between each finger one by one as I looked at Kyle's hair that, I just noticed, had little sweat beads that had formed. The only thing I heard was the quickening of my heartbeat. Must have looked bad from someone who just walked in. I closed my eyes until everything was quiet. My eyes fluttered open as I looked around the locker room to see why everything was quiet. And when I opened my eyes I saw two shocked looking boys. That's when I remembered my arms were exposed. Also the fact that the boy owning the angry sounding voice was Colby Allen, Kyle's best friend, and the one who had pulled me into the closet not too long ago.

Okie so I rewrote this chapter because I felt like I jumped into things too quickly and I felt like I needed to develop more of a story! I also changed the name Page to Lexi (don't ask why) Well I'm really tired so night! (Btw it's 3 am 😅)