Fighting for Love (COMPLETED)(EDITED)

Chapter 21

Bree's P.O.V.
A couple of day past with nothing exiting happening. Adam was locked up, Scott and I would go to school, go to train and come home. Today though, was different. Today is the day of the fight. The last couple days, Scott and I spent HOURS at the gym training me and getting me prepared for this fight. I didn't even know who I was fighting but he was probably good. It was now Friday and I had the fight AND street racing today.

Scott and I get out of bed and we get ready for school. I put on my dark high waisted jeans and a white T-shirt with my leather jacket and combat boots, as always. We go outside and to my surprise, it wasn't FREEZING outside. I look up to Scott. "Can we ride today?"

"Of course we can princess." He winks at me, taking it the wrong way. I punch his shoulder. "Damn Bree I was kidding. With a punch like that, you'll knock em' out in one hit." He chuckles. I laugh loudly and we walk to the bike. To my surprise, he threw the keys to me. Today is just FULL of surprises. We hop on and I take off down the road to go to school. If people were staring when we had matching outfits, wait til they see this. We show up and park in his usual parking spot. Peoples heads were turning to look at us. We took off our helmets and I swear I heard people gasp. What's then big deal about us riding a motorcycle. I mean, it's pretty bad ass but other people rode motorcycles at our school?
Scott and I walk up the school, hand in hand and Amanda walks up to us as usual.

"You two I swear. Always know how to make a scene." She laughs. "First, matching outfits, now you show up on a motorcycle? Pretty bad ass if you ask me. Expecially with YOU driving Bree, no one would have seen THAT coming. You're probably the 'bad girl' of he school now." I laugh and shake my head. If only she knew.

The day flew by with only a few people complementing Scott and I, even though were not even a couple. Yet? I wish.

The bell rang signaling the end of school and Scott and I walk out to the bike. Scott drives this time and I wrap my arms around his waist. He takes off towards my home and once we arrive I run upstairs to get ready for this fight. I put in a pair of black leggings with sheer cuts in the thighs and a grey sports bra. I pull my hair back into double French braids and put on my black nike shoes.

"Ready princess?" I took a deep breath and nodded. "You've got this Brianne. Okay?" He gave me bone crushing hug and we hopped onto the bike.

Several, nerve-racking minutes later, we show up at the gym. Nate give me a worried look. "Good luck. You've got this." I know these words were supposed to be encouraging, but the look on his face told me other wise. I nod my head and force a smile. Scott take me inside. I look around and realized how many people were here. I start sweating, already nervous about this. Who was I fighting? Scott starts warming me up and giving me lost of water.

"Okay princess, it's almost time. Look for his weak spots. If he has a limp, go for that leg, if he has bruises or something looks hurt, go for that spot, it'll take him down faster. Now remember, breath and protect yourself. Tire him out first, then go for it. You'll be better off if you protect yourself and stay strong until he wears himself out, then use your strength to get him. Okay? If it gets too tough, just call it off and lose. It'll be okay. You've got this though." He gives me this whole pep talk while wrapping my hands up, I just shake my head because it was hard to talk with the mouth piece in. Then over the speakers, I hear someone announce. "Up now is Brianne and Jake."

My heart drops. Jake? As in Jake Micheal's? Jake wasn't just my best friend, he was my first love. He didn't feel the same for me so we stopped being friends. Then I moved. I doubt he even remembers me. Scott's face turns at the name. Maybe he remembers me telling him about Jake the other day. I didn't even know Jake fought, but here he is, and here I am, fighting each other. I slowly walk up and see Jake. He had his brown hair pushed up and his brown eyes were still dark as ever. He still took my breath away, the way Scott does.