Flowers

Kim ~Fight

Chapter 4

Kim ~Fight

"Oliver I don't know if this is a goo--" Oliver stopped quickly making me ram into his muscular back.

"Sweet heart, For your information, I am the best fighter. I have never lost and I honestly am not going to let that happen. So please stop rambling on about how 'worried' you are." I look down.

"I'm s-sorry I'm just worried." I ran a hand through my hair. Wait did I just admit that?

"C'mon, I'll show you why you shouldn't be sweet heart." He winked dragging me along with his sweaty body.

Screaming fans everywhere. Gosh they give me a headache. I groan as Oliver smirks at me from the stage.

"Ladies and gentleman, I want to thank all of you for coming down and supporting your favorite fighter. To start off, this major fight will be Mirko Corteges." A lot of people cheer as the skimpy man pounds his chest. From backstage I could see clearly. Mirko had jet black hair, almost black eyes, tan skin, he was scrawny which made him look weak.

"The opponent will be Oliver Carter!" The man with gray hair yells through the microphone making girls go nuts. Oliver smirks and waves at the crowed while his eyes are on me.

Me. Out of ever other girl, crazy for him.

The bell rings and my heart leaps and gets stomped on as Oliver jogs around the ring with his fists up ready to win. Mirko was about to punch Oliver in the nose until Oliver grabbed the boys wrist and turned it with a 'crunch' sound. The boy falls to the ground clutching his wrists.

"I'm not done yet boy. I'm just getting started with your ass." I heard Oliver say while throwing a wink my way. I blush and watch the show.

Oliver jabs the boy right in the face making blood ooze out from his bloodshot nose. Oliver laughs and kicks Mirko's gut making him fall over in pain.

Even though Mirko tried to fight back, it was no use. Oliver was too good. As another punch was thrown I shut my eyes tightly when Oliver got pushed away by Mirko.

1

Oh no is Mirko winning?

2

Is he hurt?

3

Oh sh-- "Ladies and gentleman your winner, Oliver Carter." I smile brightly as I open my eyes again from the fight. Oliver winks at me with a playful smirk on his face that basically says 'Told you'. I laugh as he motions me to come on stage with him.

'Kim you're scared of crowds.' I think to myself. I was staying my distance until Oliver dragged me on stage while picking me up on his shoulders. I smile brightly to the crowd that cheer him on. I stroke his hair while on his shoulders. His strong hands gripping my thighs.

Those sparks again.

"I told you is win." Oliver and I walk back to his locker room peacefully.

"Yeah yeah." I smile to myself about the sparks, the feelings I'm getting.

What if he hurts you?

Has rang through my head one million times tonight. I'm risking it. I've never had love and I want to know what it's like.

"I'm going to take a shower then I'll drive you home." I think to myself.

Home.

"I don't want to go home." I mumble to myself knowing how lonely and depressing it is there.