What About Me?

Chapter Fifteen

Jay's pov:

It's now Thursday morning, I'm laid in bed with the sheets covering my legs and waist area, revealing my bare torso.

It's been 5 days since the party on Saturday, and 4 days since Peyton broke down crying on Sunday. She never initially told me why she was crying. God I wish she trusted me enough to tell me. I'm so worried.

Jay, no you're not. Shut up.

I stretch my arms, tensing my muscles whilst doing so.
Dunno about you, but I love my morning stretches.

I lift my tired body up to a sitting position, before forcing myself to stand up.
I head to the bathroom opposite my room in the hallway to do my 'mourning routine' as those beauty gurus call it, right?

After I'm finished I head down to the living room where my mom is sitting  with my 3 year old sister, Lily, her bright blue eyes gazing up at my mother, as she softly combs through Lily's brown shoulder length hair, my mom smiling kindly as she glances down towards my younger sister.

"Hey" I say, smiling brightly at my mom.

Honestly she's the strongest woman I know and I have so much respect for her. She's done a lot for this family, and even though we're not perfect, we're still trying.

"Hey honey, how was school yesterday? Sorry I had to go out as soon as you came back. Had to do some shit for your Dad." Mom says with a sympathetic smile.

"It's alright." I respond with a frown. "And school was normal, I'm not gonna go in today though. I have work." I say simply. My mom knows I work, but she doesn't know where I work or what I work for. And as you all know, I only work to pay Mom so she can actually afford everything. Sometimes I feel as if she's too scared to ask where I work because she knows what I get up to half of the time.

Part of me feels bad, but it's good money. Who can complain?

"Okay hon, just make sure you revise when you get back, still need to keep those good grades up!" She says, almost as if she's reassuring herself more than me. "I'm proud of you" Mom later adds softly, her kind eyes sparkling.

"Thanks ma." I smile before kissing her on her head and continuing into the kitchen for breakfast.

My thoughts trail long to Sunday, when Peyton found out about the bruise on my eye. I thought I'd slip up and give her details on how it happened, luckily I didn't and I just used fighting as an excuse.

Speaking of fighting, I have a match today, over 790 bets are placed on me that I'll win, which if I do win, I'll gain $1,250, of which $50 goes towards the bar and the rest goes to me which I then split with my mom.

So overall, if I win I'd have $500 and I'm fine with that.

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I'm finally getting ready for the last fight of the night. I've lost 2 and won 4, so I need one more win to win todays tournament.

I stand in the ring in my corner ready for whatever is about to come.

I'm exhausted but I can do it one more time. The glaring stadium lights shine down on me, impairing my vison slightly, before I look away towards my opponent, a very stern looking man, who looks like a bit of a dick, which doesn't please me at all.

"3... 2... 1..."

The angry man opposite me decides to go for the first swing, once the countdown stops. Luckily, I duck just before his flying fist hits me. My head rises back up, and I bring my arm up with it. With no hesitation, I swung it with as much force as I could muster, and eventually my first connects with the guys jaw, releasing and extremely satisfying crunching sound. Allowing me to steal the first punch of the match.