Blake 💀🖕

Chapter #11

Chris's pov;

Aiyana waves at us as she walks by a corner. I look over at Jack as he pulls out a newer looking phone. "So, tell me more about yourself, dude." I say as I throw my arm around his shoulders and we start walking.

As in, tell me why a person like you would even bother to look at a killer like Blake? He puts his phone away.

"What do you wanna know?" He looks straight ahead as some hot girls start laughing, hanging around their lockers in small groups. Their hair flips around as they turn and gasp as we past them. Some of them wave at Jack while others wink. "Dude..." I blurt out but stop myself.

"So, how did you and Blake meet?" I ask Jack as we walk through the hallway. Everyone else is talking to their friends as they laugh and giggle. He nervously starts laughing.

"Umm, I- I took her seat on the bus, and we kinda just... took off talking."

"So, how exactly did Blake and you become friends?" He asks.

Hmm, now... that was a interesting time.
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"'Yeah, that's right! Run away like a pussy!!' I started running like there's no tomorrow as people throw beer cans and garbage at me. I grinned as they try so insult me. Dumbasses.

It was my turn to piss off the rival fighters. That's how it worked in the system of street fighting in this city; each fighter was to find some way to piss off the other completion's bosses or fighters. Thanks to the Bluray family, they owned all of us criminals. They told us what we did and what we said. But they couldn't tell us that we couldn't fight and gamble about ourselves.

Thus streetfights was out of their control.

As a kid with no family to watch out for you, I had to rely on something to get me through life without being shot. Street fighting was that something. And the Blurays had nothing to do with it, or that's what I thought... I don't know what I was thinking.

That night was the night I got to fight any new fighters who had a death wish. You see, just because I was only fifteen didn't mean I couldn't kick some asshole out on their ass. It was my pleasure. Plus, it paid good money.

As I turned the corner of the alley to get to the fighting ring that consisted of fences, decomposing garbage, it was just a shitty place; I looked around to saw the basic crowd of drunks, a couple of rich teens wanting to live the dangerous life, and some shady big guys who looked tough, probably there to look out for the rich kids.

Bodyguards.

They were in black suits. I chose to ignore them as I walked into the warehouse that was the sanctuary for the fighters and the organizers who ran the fights.

I pushed my way through big, sweaty, hairy men as they talked shit about how tough they were until I was fortunate to run into my coach.

My coach was a older man with a lot of free time and no family. He showed me how to fight right after I was kick out my dad's place when I was 10. I was eating out of trash when he walked by. I tried to steal his money by bumping into him, but that failed." I stop as Jack pushes open some doors that lead to the court yard.

"You really remember all of that?" He asks. I must have been saying what ran through my head.

"Yeah, I guess..." I say as I run my fingers through my hair.

"Look, let's just say Blake was at the fight, and she kicked my ass. It wasn't pretty." I chuckle to myself.

"Wait, Blake was there?" Jack looks at me with amusement.