The Nerd | Completed

Chapter Thirty-Four

Zayn's POV

I was nervous after the phone call with him last night, I had quickly gotten my gym bag and had changed before getting in the car. I had trained all night, I only stopped twice I think. I was kind of regretting it a bit, mostly because I had used so much energy and I had to fight Ridge tonight.

I looked at the time from my phone, it was almost time to leave. I had decided not to tell Sam, if something bad were to happen tonight I definitely don't want  her to witness it.

I threw a shirt on over my bare chest and slipped on a pair of black Nike shoes. I grabbed my keys and headed to the arena where I could possibly never come back from.

I drove in silence all the way there, my mind wouldn't leave me alone despite my efforts to make it stop driving me in circles.

I got out of the car after finding a parking space. I took a deep breath before continuing any farther from my car.

I got warmed up and threw a few punches before I heard someone call my name from behind me. 

"It's time." he said with a solemn look on his face. 

I nodded and followed him out to the ring, On the outside I was this tough guy who seemed almost fearless, on the inside, I was scared crapless.

They announced the fighters, Ridge first, then me. Barely anybody cheered for me, which was no surprise. They were just here to see if I would make it out alive.

"FIGHT!"

I saw his fist fly inches away from my face, he was teasing me. I threw a punch, hitting him square in the jaw sending him into the side of the ring.

He got up and laughed, his eyes were full of anger and a deep hatred. I had totally just screwed up and I knew it.

Out in the crowd I found the same guy who set this whole thing up. He saw me looking  and gave me an evil glare before pointing behind me.

Next thing I knew, I was on the ground underneath a three-hundred pound man.

***SAM'S POV***

I've called Zayn three times already and sent him over twenty texts. I am seriously worried about him. I call up one of his friends, Louis.

He picked up on the third ring, "What's up Sam?"

"Where's Zayn?" I demanded.

"I don't kn-"

"Gosh dang it Louis! Where does he normally go for heaven's sake!" I practically yelled into the phone.

"Woah, calm down. Tell me what's wrong." I heard the small noises in the background stop and heard a shift.

"I've called and texted Zayn and he will not pick up or answer. Now where does he usually go?" I asked... or yelled.

"He might have gone to the old fighting arena he used to fight in. He was talking about some big fight happening tonight."

"Pick me up in five." I hung up, leaving whatever he was saying hanging in the air.

I quickly changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black hoodie. As I waited for Louis to pick me up I was worrying about Zayn the entire time. 

Please don't let him be the one fighting. 

I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN WEEKS!

I promise I have been working on this every once in a awhile but I've had writer's block really bad. And I also have gained somewhat of a social life. Yay!

Anyways, I'll try to finish this book up quickly (updating likewise) so it will be done and I won't be so busy with updating and you won't have to worry about when the next time you are gonna get a chapter will be.

Bye muffins!