The next day Jesse and I woke up in each other's arms. It was Monday morning and his alarm clock was screaming at us to get up. I groan and drag myself out of bed and go to my stuff I have in the corner of his closet and pull out a shirt and some socks then go to the bathroom to change. I do my hair with his sister's flat iron and do my make up as well while I'm in there.
I'm come back and he is asleep again.
"Jesse wake up" I said
He didn't move.
"Jesse. Get. Up." I said louder
No movement again.
"Jesse" I said going over to him
His breathing was normal but he looked like he was dead. I leaned down and kissed his cheek. And just like sleeping beauty, he awoke. He smiled up at me and pulled me down to him and kissed me.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you whenever you would do that" he said
"Trust me, neither do you" I said grabbing him and pulling him downstairs after he changed
He kissed his Mom on the cheek goodbye and hugged his sister before we left then grabbed my hand and lead me out the door. I could hear his sister freaking out saying something like "FINALLY!!!"
We both laughed and we to school.
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Once my parents were asleep, I snuck my window and went to the underground. Jesse doesn't know but I'll tell him if I get into the championships or not.
I headed down the sidewalk to the edge of town where the warehouse with the semi finals were being held. Once I walk up to the door, I slip on my gloves and pull up my hair. I then push open the door and then I feel the energy of the crowd.
They're screaming and cheering for different fighters and it feels so amazing to be like feeding from their energy. I walk over to the sign in area.
"Name?" a snotty girl asks
"The Angel of Death" I said
"You're up soon. Get ready, here's your mouthpiece" she said handing it to me
I go to the back stage area and start stretching, practice punching until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around I see Jesse looking at me. Before I can see anything I'm pulled to the ring. The entire I'm looking at Jesse. He doesn't look mad he just looks worried, which I understand.
YOU ARE READING
The Angel Of Death
RomantizmAbout a girl named Angel Deces, which is French for death. Her Mom died in child labor and her Dad committed suicide all before she was a day old. Adopted by the Dean family. Mr. Dean is a mortician and Mrs. Dean works in Emergency room.
