Hit Like A Girl

21 - Greer

Dave chose me.

All those years ago, when I couldn't even see victory in myself, Dave saw it in me. As a child, I only dreamed of holding up trpohies, Dave actually saw that in my future. He has always called me his "Number One Girl" and I knew that it was because I was his only female champion, but I never knew that he valued that title over Ezra. It almost made me feel guilty for being successful in MMA. After what Ezra told me, I understood why she had been been mad at Dave for all this time, and it felt as if I should have been mad at Dave too.

But I wasn't. I'm not. And maybe this is the reason our friendship fell apart in the first place.

*

"I just need a change," I told the stylist as I dropped myself in her chair. After talking with Ezra, I told her I needed to take Atlanta back to Jamie, and that I would meet her to watch the fights tonight.

"Okay what 'bout a shorter cut?" she asked me, her accent spreading over her words like butter.

"No," I shook my head, "It's been hell trying to get it to grow this long. Could we do a color?"

She grinned from ear to ear, "I love doing colors! Do you want to do a bright one to preserve all the effort that it took to make your hair silver?"

It did take a lengthy process to get my hair silver. It was several appointments worth of bleaching and dying. Logically, I should have said yes and let her do a bright color that would have faded within a month or so. But instead I shocked myself by saying, "No, it's been this shade for years. Let's do blue."

"Bright blue?" she questioned.

I just shook my head no.

*

I snuck back into the hotel, my hood pulled up over my head to hide the new dark blue waves of hair. After locking the door behind me I immediately ran to the bathroom and tore the hood off my head.

What had I done?

The deep midnight blue contrasted with my grey eyes and drew more attention to my boney cheeks. I didn't even look like the same person anymore. What was everyone going to think? From a silky grey color to a dark blue. Panic slowly began to set in. I had ruined my hair, and now I have to go to the fights tonight?

What had I done?

I picked my phone from my pocket and dialed the first person who came to mind.

*

Hudson

My phone buzzed on the hotel nightstand, jolting me awake in the middle of a nap. Greer's name flashed across the screen and I felt my heart rate increase. What if she was in trouble?

"Greer?" I asked after I answered the phone, sleep was still evident in my voice.

"I need help."

My heart rate increased even more and I pushed myself out of the bed, "Where are you."

"Just in my room," she told me, and breathed a sigh of relief. "The door is unlocked."

The line went dead as I pulled a pair of grey sweats on over my legs and slipped a navy t-shirt on. I slid my phone into my pockets and went straight to her room. After a small knock, to let her know I was there, I let myself into the room.

"In here," I heard her angelic voice ring from the bathroom. The door was open so I stalked in, my bare feet slapping on the ice cold tile.