The Reputation Game

THREE: Fast cars and sweaty men

©ReloadedShivers 2013

THREE: Fast cars and sweaty men

{Emma}

"Hey mom, I'll be arriving home later then usual. I'm making a project with Abby," I try to sound convincing as my friend takes a deep breath. She's not a good liar...like me.

"Ok, but I hope you'll be home for dinner," mom replies strictly.

"We'll go out for dinner,mom."

"Fine, but don't eat anything unhealthy," she finally says.

"Thanks," I say as I hang up.

I check once again in the newspaper for the address of the self defense classes. After I put the datas in the GPS I look up at Abby who's face is purple.

"What?"

"I can't believe we lied to your mom," she exclaims fidgeting in her seat.

"It's fine," I soothe her accelerating when we enter the freeway.

We exit the city and start passing really weird abandoned buildings and trailer parks. Maybe whole thing was a bad idea. I mean, judging the surroundings the chances of being attacked by a gang are much bigger then the ones that include finding a job.

After a few more minutes my GPS announces that our destination is the first building on the left. When me and Abby turn our heads to look at the place we both gasp loudly. It's a damn huge abandoned hall with a lot of cars parked in front of it and guard securing the front gate. Are all of those people here to give and interview for the job?

"I'm scared," my friend cries as she clutches the seatbelt to her chest. Well, I can admit my pulse quickened a bit when I saw this place but hopefully we won't die tonight.

"It's ok, you can stay in the car," I smile trying to make her feel better.

"No way, I'm coming with you. I can't let my best friend to crazy things alone."

We bro fist and get out of the car. The gate security disappeared and we stare at the big iron gate for a few seconds before pushing it open.

As the gate opens and we take in in what's happening I automatically wish I never came here. This is not a gym but a cage fighting arena.

The place is packed with shouting people, most of them tattooed scary men but I try to ignore it. In the middle is a awful cage with bloody spots on the floor's white surface. A lump forms in my throat and I feel like I'm going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. Jesus! I look at Abby with the corner of my eye just to see her wide eyed and ready to run back outside.

We manage to walk through the crowd receiving angry growls and swears from the drunken men. After passing the whole sea of people we enter a smaller space filled with shirtless guys and older shirtless guys yelling instructions. All of those people look two times bigger than me and my friend who's hanging on my arm like her life depends on it. I grunt lowering my cap over my eyes and covering it with my black hood.

"We have to find a desk or office," I murmur looking around.

As we fidget around like a crazy ducks, I bump into someone. Well that someone's chest was too soft to be a fighter's.

"Hey nuthead, watch your step."

I look at the girl standing in front of me. She's wearing a skirt who barely covers half of her ass and a fringed top who must be bought from a kid's shop because her boobs are sticking out.

"We're sorry," Abby says before I can make a mean comment about her being a slut.

"Yeah, whatever," the chick leaves with a heavily muscled guy, grinding herself against his arm.