The Bad Boy Inside the Chicken Suit ✔ [BOOK 1]

(2) How Did Jerkass Know!?

"That was close!" JerkAss shouted over the raging noise of our surroundings, "It's a good thing this place is near! That old woman can never find us now!"

I grumbled under my breath, "Yeah, by bringing me to this freak show." I said sarcastically.

He laughed. Yes laughed

What kind of a sane person would bring another sane person to an underground illegal fistfight!? Oh, wait, Langston is insane!!! 

Okay, we're not literally underground, because we're in a gymnasium just a few meters away from this town's high school, but still... it's illegal. 

"Why in all places did you bring me here? Do you know how stupid you are?" I asked rhetorically.

"I know how stupid I am-"

"That was a rhetorical question," I snorted,  "You're stupid."

He raised an eyebrow, "Did you just snort? Damn Porter, how unladylike."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Yeah sure, let's focus on my snort."

Looking around, I shuddered when chills crawled on my arms. The place was packed with people grinding with one another. I faced the other way and almost barfed out what I ate a few moments ago because there was a pool of blood on the floor and blood spatters on the wall. 

"-AND NUTCRACKER STRIKES AGAIN!!" Cheers are interrupted everywhere.

I felt JerkAss' grip (I didn't even notice that he was holding me) around my waist tightens as he glares at something from behind me. I looked around and gasped when it was actually the fighting ring. I winced when I saw a bloody man standing over a bloody -probably dead- man that is lying on the floor.

Holy macaroni baked in salsa! 

Now I know why the person who is obviously winning the match is called the nutcracker. Poor guy -not nutcracker, but the person who owns the nuts that just got cracked.

"Is he alright?" I -dumbly- asked Langston.

"WHAT!?" He shouts through the loud noise of cheers from the crowd around us.

"IS HE ALRIGHT!?" I repeated, shouting this time.

"WHICH ONE!?"

Which one? The one who's probably dead of course! I replied, "THE ONE WHO'S KNOCKED OUT!!"

He looked at me like I'm crazy, "IS THAT A RHETORICAL QUESTION? BECAUSE IF IT ISN'T, THEN YOU'RE STUPID! OF COURSE, HE'S NOT ALRIGHT!"

I gulped, feeling a sick twist in my stomach and a sour taste in my mouth.

So, the gymnasium I was talking about wasn't this town's school gym. Nope, it's the town's gym. Turns out, there was a hidden entrance at a certain alleyway beside this gymnasium, and that hidden entrance has a secret staircase that leads to this basement, and this is the basement. Correction, it's more like an underground prison cell!

I would sue JerkAss for bringing me to this place if I get out alive.

"Red!"

I looked at JerkAss to see him doing the 'bro handshake' to the red hair guy who called him out. Then, they bumped their chests like how dudes in a frat do in the movies. Cringe.

"How ya doin' Langster?" The red-haired guy asked with a southern accent, "What ya doin' here? Ey thought y'all quit illegal shit, eh?"

Eh? I thought only Canadians say 'eh'... or 'ey'... or any two-letter phrase that starts with the letter 'e'.