Define Me

Chapter 6

Sirena's POV

To say I was surprised is not really the correct word but I'm not that shock; I was beyond shock. A few things in my mind rush with pure panic. Like is he going to tell his mom? Is he going to tell the entire school that a freak girl hanging around a place like this?

I want to look away, I really want to and flee but I always feel like I was being void into his grey eyes. When the referee announced him as the winner, he looks at the old referee in slight irritation for suddenly grab him and I was released from his stare. Layla and Ken are now cheering at his victory, didn't notice my discomfort at the moment and then, Damien stepped up and out from the arena and headed toward us. I shouldn't be this nervous but I could maybe lose my job just like I did before back at my old town if anyone or he told Dr. Helena and the fact that he is her son does not ease me down either.

"Damien, boy. You should go easy at those twins." Ken fist bump with him. "Even though they are such a pain in the arse but they're still members of this little club."

Damien was at the same height as Ken but slightly wider with those wide shoulders of his. And him being shirtless, contras, even more, when he has 8 packs while I remember Ken has 6 only. Somehow during his fight, his opponent nick his fingernail at his side and there were a few bruises on his sides but he stood tall, almost like proud gorilla showing his battle scars. I mentally remind myself that I was observing him, not checking him out.

"If they doesn't accept the loss, then it's not my fault for kicking their sorry asses." Damien chuckled before he excuses himself but not without giving me another unreadable look. I sighed in relief at his absent but just then a walkie talkie buzz from Ken and Layla. 

"Boss, little help here. The fucking A-hole twins are freaking annoying and suddenly wants their money back." That one from Ken's walkie talkie.

"Layla. We got a little bit of a fight up here." That one from Layla's and she instantly press it to talk to it. "You know the fucking procedure, Ty; kick them out. Why do a skinny girl like me get to kick out some arrogant asses and bitches?" She sighed and looked at me. "I'm sorry, Rena. I want to have a dance with you in our new place."

I can't help but to blush, remembering that time when she forced me to dance. It was humiliating but fun, I guess especially when I'm so awkward at it. "It's okay. I'll just-"

"Hey Rena, I don't want to ask you this," Ken suddenly interrupt and stand beside me. "But do you mind take a look at him, at that person that just won the game, Damien? Stacy, our medic, is working on his opponent injuries, I heard one of them dislocate their shoulder so I had to check that out first. Pretty please!" He made his puppy face.

Layla frown. "Are you sure? I mean yeah, Damien isn't like the others but you know, just to be sure." She said and held my hand. 

I widen my eyes at that request especially when it involve with Damien. Ken might have rough gangster look and weird tattoos but he still makes sure that his fighters or any members of the fight clubs is fine after the fight. Maybe he didn't want to get questions or responsible once they step out from the arena. After I was fired for associating with him, he took me in, asked if I could be a medic guy in case there's an injury in the fight club. Since I owe him, I agree to work with him but he was being extra protective when a fighter gets too close to me or he saw my discomfort. I remember that first day he called everyone for a meeting and introduced me to them and then he laid out a few warnings like to never ever touch me in a sexual way, never ever look at me and assumed that I was the same as other girls who want some quick sex. He even said that I would touch them to heal, patch up or checking for broken ribs so if they missed interpret my actions, he beat them up before he kicked them out.