The Russian Storm

Chapter 3

    As it would appear Tony actually does his research and half way knows what he is doing. Apparently Elijah is a street fight that started two years back and was a crowd favorite ever since. He goes by "The King", which I assume is because he is an undefeated fighter and it is his last name. He also fights every other Wednesday, so my title fight I wanted to do tomorrow unfortunately has to wait, but I am not wait another two fucking weeks to fight that douche bag.
   I have a plan. Tony said that he goes to every fight, but the title fights are every other Wednesday. So after I win my fight tomorrow I'm going to challenge him for the title right then and there. Doing that would mean that he was have to either accept my challenge or look to scared to fight me in front of his "Kingdom".
   However, I'm getting ahead of myself, first I have to go to the hell we call school. Yay!! Not.
   Grabbing my bag, I jog down the stairs into the kitchen and grab an apple before heading out. Getting on my Harley I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Looking around I can't see anyone around except for a few birds. So I ignore it and start her up, heading off to school.
   Pulling into my new school, I notice people stare, some glare, but I dont care. Parking in the back, to avoid people as much as possible, I see mister manager himself leaning against the wall.
    "You keep following me and i might have to think that your stalking me" I pull my hair down and fix it so that it isnt a mess and raise an eyebrow at Tony.
    "As if." he scoffs, "Besides even if I was following you it would just be keeping an eye on buisness".
   "Ha, so you admit it, you are following me!" I point and hold back a laugh. I stand up and make my way over to him, swing my arm armed his waist (cause he has to be so much taller than me *eyeroll*) and make my way to the front of the school.
    After getting my schedule, and finding out that Tony told the office I was some sort of cousin so that we would get the same classes, we made it out to my locker. Guess who is standing next to it making out with who I'm going to assume is "Queen Bee" here. Ding ding ding, thats right Elijah King himself.
   "Ehmm" I clear my throat to get their attention and they are also half way on my locker, and I don't really appreciate it. Elijah pulls back to see who it is that interupted his make-out session, with quite the annoyed look on his face. I am beginning to think he only has two expressions annoyed and flirty.
    "What do you want" he grinds out, without turning to face me fully. I smirk a little knowing that he doesn't remember who I am.
   "Who me?" I question innocently, "Why I just wanted to warn this poor girl that she is making-out with an AIDS filled boy" I finish with fake, but convicing concern. One look at the girl and jts clear she is believing every word I said.
    "You have AIDS!!" She screamed so loud I thought one of my ears might bleed. Elijah on the other hand has finally turned to look at me fully, and he looks beyond pissed. His face is red with rage and his hand are clenched tightly at his sides. As my attention is on Elijah's reaction and trying really hard not to bust out laughing, the chick is ranting about how she can't believe he didn't tell her and storming off once she notices he isn't listening. I just smile.
    "What the fuck was that for" Rage barely contained, but voice still soft and quiet, Elijah says while glaring at me.
   "You were on my locker" I say plainly and puch him out of the way, so I can open my locker. He clearly had other plans as once I shoved him over he quickly gripped my wrist and applied pressure that would probably hurt any normal girl. I stop what I'm doing and turn looking at his hand. Feeling slightly angry I rip my hand from his grasp easily, obviously taken off guard he stumbles a little, but quickly catches himself.
     "Bitch, when did I say you could hold my hand" I fume at him as I give him a look over. He's got the classic "bad boy" look going for him, and I mean I won't lie he can pull it off, but he is just so god damn cocky.
    "You seem very familar" his eyes squint as he inspects my face trying to pinpoint where he knows me from. I just roll my eyes.
    "Yeah, dumbass, I'm the one who stole your title last night, names storm, but you can call me Katia, nice to meet you again" I put my hand in his shaking his hand, before putting all my stuff in my locker grabbing my binder and leaving before he responding. That boy has such a short memory I swear.
    I wonder what happen to Tony during that whole conversation, half way through he just disappeared.

Hey!!! Thank you for still reading my story so far!! I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I didn't know what to write and it had been so long since I last updated that I wanted to get something out. I'll try to upload more often, but I tend to forget about things when I have a bunch of school work. However spring break just started so hopefully I'll get two more chapters out this week. I'd love to here from you guys and what you think or even if you're just saying hi leave a coment; and if you really like this story so far you can vote on it. Also if you have an character or plot ideas I'd love to here thoughs as well!!!

^^^Pic is an idea for Elijah King^^^