A Pyro And A Psycho

A Nice Style

Its been a week now. Ever since Logan entered my life I've felt...like what I missed was found. Though I feel like I should break up with Brandon. Before it gets too serious.
"Hey babe," I spun to the voice. Talking of the devil.
"Brandy!" I smiled faking a surprised face. We were in literature bitch we had every class together.
"So wanna go on a date?" Before I could reply the teacher came in. Class went on fine Brandon chose to be suicidal and started flirting during class.
"Stop we're in class" I whispered. Without warning he put his hand right where it shouldn't have. I squeaked in shock. In the end I had detention.
Yay. Wait Logan too! Yay!
I wlked towards the detention room and walked in. What I was met with was nothing alike to a detention room. People were chattering around while the teacher was knocked out cold with a donut in had. A girl came up to me.
"Hey Missy lookin for something?" She asked.
"Well I'm in detention," I replied. The small group laughed.
"Miss perfect got detention? Yeah right!" A bang went off and everyone hushed. The noise came from the back. The girl before me glared at the back row. Someone held a gun in his hand while his head was down.
"Yo Mille's what was that for?" She yelled. My heartbeat quickened and I smiled.
"You assholes are too freaking loud, and also" he walked to me. He swung his arm over my shoulder.
"Don't go disrespecting my princess," I blushed. A series off oos went on.
"Wow dude, you serious? What if the rest found out?" A guy with dyed green hair asked. Logan shrugged.
"What even proves you she's one of us?" The girl asked.
"Well since we got time let's test her," he turned to me.
"You up for a murder?" I grinned and my eyes shown.
"Hell yeah," I smiled.
We arrived to an abandoned place. The inside was nothing like the outside. A run down place smelling like shit outside. While the inside was an opening to a stadium in plain air. People all around us as we entered. I ended up bumping into a bulky man with weird tattoes.
"Hey watch it," what's with guys and bumping into me.
"You weren't even lookin" I replied. He growled at me. Like he'd scare me. I flipped him a bird.
"That's it! I challenge you!" What are we in pokemon?. I shrugged.
"Guess you have an opponent," Logan said.
"Wait boss you want her to fight that? She'll get murdered!" The boy with green hair said.
"Its fine Ty" he waved. I felt giddy at how much he trusted me.
Apparently I needed to register my fight and few other stuff. I got a number. The girl from detention kept an eye on me. I turned to her annoyed.
"Lemme guess you hate me?" She shrugged.
"Don't know you tell me," I shrugged too.
"Gimme a hint," she glared at me.
"You're not perfect, I just know it, I'm awaiting your wreckage" she said before pushing past me. I glared her way.
"Don't mind Mac, she's feisty when it comes to Logan" a nasty feeling build itself in my stomach. I didn't like how that girl was overprotective to him. I was so concentrated with my jealousy that I didn't hear my number.
"Snap out! Its your turn," I nodded grabbing the baseball bat.
"What do you think you're doing" Mac asked.
"Playing Barbie, bitch what does it look like?" I asked. I ignored the scowl and went into the arena.
The bulky man only hand his black jeans on as we started. A flash of my life went before my eyes. It felt like my body went autopilot. Next thing I knew people cheered and I was covered in red. I looked around. I felt something cold on my foot. I looked down at the thug's dead body.
"Ah, guess I won" I muttered. This felt great. For a moment my soul was freed. I wanna come back here.
I walked back to the group satisfied.
"How you doin?" I giggled and swung the bat that happened to not be any grazed except for the blood stains.
"I wanna do it again," I chimed.
"Damn that was sick," A girl from the group said. She had piercings all over her ears. Cool.
"I'm Meggie! Nice style," she jumped up. I grinned holding a none bloodied hand.
"Thank you!" Guess I was making friend by being me.