No. I Was the least of bit interested in these fights. All I see is big buff guys in nothing but tight underwear and tossing each other all over the place. I sighed & checked my phone.
I Had A text.. From My Father?
"My dearest Brittney! I'll Be performing at the lounge tomorrow. I'd be more than glad to see you"
I scoffed.
I ignored the message. I guess it wouldn't be so bad to see my father. Considering i haven't seen him in almost a month since he's on tour.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted when Marcus jumped out his seat, accidently clocking me in my temple with his elbow. Cheering at the fight.
"Ouch!" I shot giving him a dirty look.
He looked back.
"Oh. i'm So Sorry.." He said siting down kissing my head. "Does it hurt?" he asked
"Um Yes! You don't have the softest elbow in the world!" I said rubbing my head
He sighed and shook his head.
"Why such the attitude?" he asked
"I. don't wanna be here." I said
"'I'm trying to spend time with you." he said
I shook my head.
"Yeah.." I said
~~~
Stepping out the shower, I grabbed my towel. Looked to my right and seen Max in the mirror curling her hair.
I wasn't Started at all. Im quite proud of my body.
"Well hello." I said wrapping the towel around my waist.
"Hey" she said looking in the mirror.
"You look pretty.." I said putting on deodorant.
"Haha Thank you..you look...covered in water." she said
I laughed.
"Funny funny.." I said pinching her cheek and went out into the room and put on my boxers and stood at the closet.
I pulled out my black jeans and Red vans. I put that on then I went shuffling through my dresser trying to find a shirt.
Sooner than later, I pulled out my Red Hollister Shirt.
I shrugged and put it on along with my black snake bites and a beanie.
I plopped on the bed, patiently waiting for Max,
She soon came out the bathroom and a black leather fitted dress, heels and her hair in curly. Along with black lipstick.
I scoffed,
"Who are you trying to impress.." I asked
She shrugged.
"No one special.." She said putting on perfume.
~~~
Me & Gretchen were already at the club, Fore we ha to beat ANYONE there just to get last minute things together.
Everything was set. The Reserved area for "Santiago family" was marked off. My VIP was set up and the bartender was getting started on drinks.
And now, just wait for my money to crawl in.
My Parents said they weren't going too the fights so they should be here soon.
& Yes I was correct.
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Hollywood Roosevelt
Teen Fiction"Don't Fuck With A Santiago" It Was The Family Motto. A Signature To Our Name. But I Guess He Didn't Catch The Message.
