The Fake Nerd

Chapter 17

Ava Pov

I keep a brisk pace as i walk away from Mason's house. I can't believe i exploded like that. As much as they want to help they are only being put more in harm's way. I run a hand through my hair as i reach my street. I scan the block making sure nothing seems out of place. How could James be watching me? Everything is in it's place only making me more nervous. Something should be wrong. I continue down the street cursing myself for not being able to buy a car. Cars are easier to track, but make getaways faster and less embarrassing. I open my gate and scan the area for a note. James is in to mind games. I already know what game he is playing with me. He won't show his face, but he will drive me insane with notes about were i have been and warnings sometimes even pictures. A more psychotic version of a stalker. I rush inside slamming the door behind me hating feeling helpless. Stop i snap at myself. You're not helpless, you're not the same girl that James knew, and you're gonna beat him. I breath in slowly leaning against the front door as i chant it in my head. I'm not the same girl James knew i'm stronger now. I grab my phone and text Riker to pick me up for a fight. James wants to haunt me so he won't approach me. I'll show him that i'm bigger and badder now. I rush to my room throwing on a black Nike sports bra and Nike black leggings (outfit on top). If James want to play mind games i'll let him know what he is playing with. I go to the bathroom and apply my black paint. I put red swirls of lines reaching down to my collar bones disappearing. I hear a honk outside and grab my gear and head out. Riker sits in his car gripping the steering wheel. I open the door closing it softly as i get in. "You shouldn't go to the club Ava" He says turning towards me. "James wants to play mind games, well i'll give him one" I say staring ahead into the dead silent road. A car passes as Riker speaks again "You shouldn't be testing him." "Riker, he has tormented me my whole life, this is the only way to show him he doesn't have that same affect on me" I say grounding out the words. Riker sighs and mutters under his breath. "You're gonna get yourself killed" he says still gripping the steering wheel, but not moving. "You remember how i met James right" I say quietly and i feel him stiffen beside me. His eyes stopping burning holes in me and move to the street. "He still see's me as that same weak girl in the alley" I say quietly. Riker shifts "I'm gonna show him that i'm not" I say venom leaking from my words. Riker sits still for a few moments and nods. He takes the car out of park and starts off down the street. "If you're gonna play this game, your better win" Riker says. I chuckle as we drive toward the fight club. I check for cars following us, but find none. Okay his game is getting to me a little bit. Riker stops next to the curb of the club parks. I run a heavy hand through my hair as i work the courage to get out. I open the door and walk toward the door Riker right behind me. The door slot opens and then the door opens. i step inside and make my way through the crowd Riker keeping close. The announcer steps in the ring and calls me and my opponent up. He is a tall burly man with a buzzed haircut. He has a scar over his heart and one lining his neck were someone tried to slit his throat. His eye his swollen shut with purple lining it. I finish wrapping my hands and the bell rings. He launches at me first his fist coming down toward me head. I jerk left avoiding his punch as he swings at air. I take the opportunity and strike him hard in the jaw knocking him back. He stumbles his eye blinking rapidly as i lunge for him. I sweep his legs out from under him and he falls. I straddle him and punch his face and jaw. He squirms under me trying to avoid the raining of punches. He sends his fist flying toward my face. I dodge as he finds his opening escaping from under me. He wears a snarl on his face as we circle again. He launches a roundhouse kick at me with his left leg i duck. He swings at air his body throwing itself off balance. He throws an off aim fist at me trying to recover. I grab his arm and kick his legs out from under him again. Like a building collapsing he falls. I pin him on his stomach and dig his arm into his back. He screams in agony under me as i twist his arm more and more. He other hand shoots out tapping out. I let go of his arm as he twist around returning it to it's normal position. Riker nods in the crowd as i step out of the ring. Two can play at your game James. One point for me.