How long will I love you

Chapter 2

Hey guys, sorry this chapter is kind of a filler!! :)
It's also kinda cheesy but that's okay. It will get better I promise. I tried to make it a little more fun rather than sad like the first chapter. I am too busy to check it so please forgive any Errors!

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I drop Sam of at his elementary school and then head over to my high school. I pull into the student parking lot and get out. I check the time on my phone. I still have twenty minuets left until school starts. I start walking towards the doors when all of a sudden a car comes right out of nowhere and swerves.
"Retake driver's ed and learn how to drive!" I shout at their half open window. I was pissed off even more than I was before I saw my boring life flash before my freaking eyes. I stare at the window of the car and try to make out the person in it. Guess what? It's Brook, oooh shocker. She must still be dwelling over last night. I should of just put my skills to work and fought back, I mean, I am a fighter.

I retreat inside the school doors and speed walk to my locker. I unlock the code and slide my books inside. I slam it shut, lock it and spin around right into Alex who came out of nowhere.
"Hey girly, how have you been? You know, after last night." Alex confronts me.
"I'm okay but that skank practically hit me in the parking lot," I roll my eyes and cross my arms at the same time as leaning against my locker.
"Dang, she is really out to get you. Why don't you just show her up and use your skills? Your an amazing fighter, remember last week when you took down that one chick?"
"Yeah but I am trying to not have another accident," I look down at my untied tennis shoe.
"I guess, but soon it's not gonna matter what the punishment is. You have to stand up for yourself against Brook otherwise she won't stop!" Alex puts her hand on one of my shoulders.
"Okay, your right. It just has to be the right time though," I assure her.
"Okay, well I have to go do my homework," Alex points to her book she is holding.
"Let me guess, you were 'busy' so you couldn't read the damn thing?" I smirk at her
"That's pretty much my life," she nods her head and takes a step back letting me know she really did need to go do it.
"Ha, yup. Well I will see you during lunch brake,"I start to walk the other direction. Not having any other friends, I miserably walk to my first period class which happens to be physical education (PE). I hate, hate, HATE PE! It is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Okay, maybe not.

I walk over to the locker room and drop my stuff on a bench. I pull out the stuff I need to change and put everything else in my PE locker. I claim a stall and gag in discuss. I change and then go out to the sinks to turn my ponytail into a messy bun. At my locker I notice a strange note waiting for me. I get closer and closer so I could see a little heart on the front of the folded paper. It looks like it was ripped out of a book because of the torn sides. I slowly pick it up and examine the note:

Don't do anything stupid or I will.
-you know who

Yeah, I defiantly know who that's from. I honestly don't know why Brook would choose me out of everyone else to pick on. I'm nothing special, I'm not rich or pretty or anything. We don't have any history together so I don't know why and I might never know why she does this.

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The final school bell buzzes my ears. Everybody literally jumps right out of their seats and high-tales it out of there as if Apple was giving out free iPhones. I start walking to my car with my nose in my phone and run into a huge body. Startled, I look up. The giant human-being turns around and stares me down confused. I start blushing like mad!
"Uh, um... Sorry," well that's awkward. His friend that he was talking to starts cracking up in laughter. You can tell he is trying his best to contain it but it just makes it worst, kinda like when you have a lockdown drill at school and you can't stay quite cause the person next to you is freaking out over nothing and your teacher gets overly mad at you for blurting out in laughter. Yup, great comparison Abby.
"It's fine. I'm Andrew," His eyes sparkle like diamonds and I just get lost in them.
"I'm Abigail but you can just call me Abby if you want," what the hell am I even saying?
"That's cool. Are you new here, Abby," he silently smirks and I can feel my face burning with embarrassment.
"No, I have been here since freshmen year so this is my last."
"Cool, I'm new. But I kinda have to go. My little sister has ballet and I'm her ride. Nice meeting you though." Did he just blow me off?
"Nice meeting you as well," my gosh he did, didn't he. I mean, that poor guy was just chilling with his friend and all of a sudden some crazy girl body slams him because she's texting while walking. That was embarrassing. I get to my car finally and climb in. I start to back up and pull out of the school campus. I can't stop thinking about Andrew, he was different then most with his short light brown hair and gorgeous pale brown eyes (and when I say pale, I mean almost clear. His eyes are like crystals). I feel like a total idiot.

I pick up Sam and head to practice. We pull into the parking lot and walk through the doors of Impact Fighting Sports. I sign in at the front desk and Dimitri, my trainer, leads Sam and I to the the back. I set Sam up with a coloring book in the lounge right next to where I will be.

"Okay Sam, I will be right over there so I will be able to see you the whole time. If you need anything come tell me first. Okay?" I ruff up the top of his head and walk over to the gym. I run into the changing room briefly and change my clothes. I put on an old tee shirt that says 'fight for it' on the front and 'cage fighters' on the back in scribbled letters. I got it when I went with my dad to a fight. I have my nike spandex on and my hair up in a super tight ponytail. I tape up my hands and also my wrist to help hide my cuts. I would be embarrassed if anyone knew. I stretch my sore, tense muscles and walk up to my trainer. We start with cardio to get me really warmed up. I work a lot on my abdominal strength because those other girls I face in the ring punch and kick harder than you think. If I don't have rock hard abs, I would probably throw up in the middle of a fight. After abs I move on to upper body strength, specifically arm strength. After that I work with the punching bag.
Pouring sweat, I grab a drink of water and it's finally over. If I keep training like this I will be able to pack a powerful punch in the arena and maybe even if I need to out side of competition.

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I hope it's not boring yet! Any suggestions? Go ahead and fire away!

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