The Princess of the Streets

Nine - Fight

"Are you kidding me? I'm not fighting a girl!" Chace said with wide eyes.

"Why? Scared you'll lose?" I taunted. This was the perfect opportunity to get my revenge for the past week. My fists were aching to meet with Chace's pretty little face.

He scoffed. "Scared? No. I just have my moral code. Not hitting girls is at the top of my list."

I laughed once. "Honestly, Chace, have you ever considered me a girl?" I asked with disbelief.

He looked me up and down, making me feel slightly uncomfortable in the process. He smirked. "It's hard not to."

I opened my mouth like I was going to say something even though I had no words after that, but Dad said something instead. "You know, kid, I'm standing right here."

"Oh, right. Sorry," he said with a grin. 

I rolled my eyes. "Are we going to fight, or are you about to tell all those people downstairs that you're chickening out?"

Chace looked taken aback. "I do not  chicken out. If anything, it should be you giving this a second thought. When I'm down there, I'm not going to hold back."

Dad smirked. "You probably don't realize this, but she's the champion for a reason."

"Only because it catches guys off guard to see that she's a girl," he countered.

"Trust me, they weren't taken off guard. I've had enough black eyes to back me up on that," I told him. "Now let's go, asshole, we don't have all night." I motioned with my head for him to follow as I walked past him.

"Guys actually hit you?" Chace asked from behind me. He sounded kind of shocked.

"Obviously."

He didn't respond. He just followed behind while talking a bit to Dad. I opened the basement door to hear people talking so loud throughout the basement that it wasn't much different from the music. The combination of mildew from the cement walls and beer was overpowering. Even from the top of the stairs I could see the blue and red square ring. 

"There's our Princess Chase!" said a big, burly drunk guy who was in my dad's gang .

"Hey!" I responded brightly even though I didn't even remember his name. 

A couple people stuck out their hands, and I casually shook hands with them as I passed. When everybody saw me at the bottom of the stairs they all cheered.

"Hey, everyone! Who's ready to watch someone get their ass kicked?" I shouted.

Everyone whooped and cheered louder. I smiled brightly and looked around the dimly lit room. In the corner, Cara was sitting on an old chair. She looked cold and uncomfortable, but she was occupied with talking to a short girl with long, dyed blonde hair. Her skin was the same medium tan as mine, and it looked a lot darker with the hot mini dress she was wearing.

I hurried over to them with a grin. "Mila! Why didn't you come find me earlier?" I shouted as soon as I was close enough.

"Hey, baby sis. You know I would have, but they had jello shots in the VIP section, so..." she trailed off and shrugged.

I rolled my eyes, but still pulled her into a hug despite the fact that she just admitted jello shots were a higher priority than me. Hey, at least she was honest.

"I can't believe you're doing another fight. I should get a video this time. It's so crazy to watch." She reeked of alcohol, yet she was only barely slurring. 

"Yeah, you should try being the one in there. It's better than drugs," I told her while shaking out my arms. Adrenaline was already starting to pulse through me. "Not that I've actually done drugs," I added for Cara's benefit.