I still got your back, you stupid bad-ass

Fight Club

(Kenny's POV)

This is it.

Today's the day.

I brushed my hair away from my face and tied it up into a messy pony-bun. I changed into dark blue almost black acid-washed hip hugger skinny jeans, a dark navy blue v-neck and my black leather jacket with a rock star black and dark blue studded belt, checkerboard style and black, white and blue Nike Jordans. My belt kept slipping down my the side of my hip, so I left it.

Chris picked me up at one. I know the time said they were supposed to be there by 1 p.m., but we, of course, always made the late entrance.

When I entered the gym, I saw about fifty or so bulky guys talking, fighting or just sitting there with bored expressions on their faces. I noticed the faces of few whom I've fought with before. I glanced at Chris the same time he glanced at me. I gave him a small nod.

I walked up to the first guy I could find, and "accidentally" bumped his shoulder, nearly sending him falling to the ground. He gritted his teeth and looked at me, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Watch it, bitch!" he snarled.

The room grew deadly quiet.

Test #1: check their personalities.

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Chris's POV

I watched Kenny walk, talk and move around eyeing the people. She looked pretty hot in what she was wearing.

...Friend to friend.

I watched carefully as Kenny walked up to a guy and bumped his shoulder purposely, nearly sending the guy to the ground. He stood up and angrily yelled,

"Watch it, bitch!"

I shook my head. He failed the test already.

Kenny grabbed his arm and backhanded him, sending him flying across the room. He was stunned, staring at Kenny as realization hit his face.

"You were in the way." Kenny said in a deadly voice. I felt like smiling. Kenny is completely different when she's fighting and damn is it hot!

I walked up to him and shook my head, "Tsk. What's your name?" I asked, taking out the list of names.

He said his name, and I crossed it out. "Get out. You don't pass."

The guy walked off, limping a bit, muttering angrily to himself.

"Test #1," Kenny said. "Personalities matter. So if you're going to act like a fucked up bitch, then get outta my sight!"

No one moved.

Kenny regarded them without emotion. "Line up." she ordered harshly.

They didn't argue. They knew what Kenny was capable of, who she was, what she does, and what I'm capable of doing if they lay a finger on her.

I went to her side.

Kenny went to the first guy and leaned in close, looking at his face closely, her eyes intimidating.

Sweat came down his forehead.

"You're out!" Kenny said. "Test #2. If you're going to be intimidated easily, then you might as well get out before I humiliate your sorry ass."

One by one, guys were eliminated. And that left about ten guys standing. Kenny was strict about her standards. And now we only had nine guys, and one girl--whom I assumed was Hannah, standing there.