Ms. Inconsistent

Chapter Five

Scarlett White

  One of the things that I do to divert my attention is to fight or drink my ass out. And from all the drama that is happening at high school I really need that.

Something or someone in particular is always interfering my thoughts and it's making me mad.

As my class ended I instantly got up and I was suddenly block by my friend, from the looks of it I'm gonna receive some shit right now. Yay!! This so great.

"Where the hell are you?" Here it goes.

"Just please shut up! I'm not in the mood for this nonsense"

That ruthful words make my best friend shut up and thank God.

"Let them know that I'll skip lunch and do not disturb me, understand!?"

"Yes Scar I understand"

I feel bad for snapping at her but I'm just not in the mood. I know that deep inside she understand and I'm super grateful that she is my best friend.

I skipped class and head straight to my most beloved place the underground gym.

Arriving at the clash (gym/arena). I feel rejuvenate and need some work. I need to feel the rush through my body and do some punching. It makes me smirk with that lovely thought.

I was greeted by John the head coach / owner of the gym. Every weekend it turns into "The Clash" but on some occasions there will be an underground fight if there is a sponsor or a sudden competition.

"Scar what you doing here? Don't you have a class?" I know his teasing me and I won't let it slide. I need to smart his arse out.

"Well John, there's this thing called cutting classes. I'm sorry if you haven't heard of it before. Well mister it such a gratitude to enlighten the little brain of yours." I look at him smirking

"I'm glad to hear that you haven't lose your sarcasm because of that so-called school" and he messed my hair up even more.

"Your such a jerk" I pushed him

"I'm glad I've enlighten you up little Scar" He smirked at me and greeted the new comer in the gym. "Whatever you asshole!" I shouted at him and smirk. All of the people at the gym looked at me while John just laughed. I stared harshly to the people looking at me to mind their own businesses and so they did.

I smirked at the thought of John. He is like an elder brother to me. He was there when I was so broke and he helped me build the new version of myself. Stonger, better, braver and boulder.

As I stroll through the hallway the usual images and smell greeted me. Manly perfumes, sweat, posters and dark colors.

I walk towards my locker. There is only three lockers here (mine, John's and a VIP Holder). I quickly change into my training outfits and did my routine.

After my warm ups, I jogged towards my sweet place the training area.

First I headed to the threadmill, then the punching area after feeling the start of the rush. I headed to the octagon (also known as cage or MMA ring) and meet up with Big Mike who is already warmed up and ready for sparing.

I've known Michael Santos a.k.a. Big Mike for years, we started as enemies when we hear each others names, we heated up I think it's because of the bet I win and he lose, he's just a sour loser haha. But as time goes by I get to  know him, the real him, he's so sweet and sincere but rigid and tough outside. He have a lot of tattoos all over his right elbow to his shoulder blades, his chest and all over his back. He is also a moreno looking type his eyes is color brown. Enough of all that let's start some punching.

"What took you so long Scar? Are you getting scared huh?" I hate his smirk especially when his trying to push my buttons.

"Get that smug look on your face doofus and besides I'm not a scaredy cat just like you especially with your wife" I was satisfied on his shocked faced that makes my smirk even wider.

"Oh no Scar, don't bring my wife here, your playing dirty"

"Oh sure if you say so, now let's get this thing started"

I feel fired up from all the rush and drama in my life right now? Oooohhh this will be hella a fight!

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It's been a while since I posted another chapter hope you'll enjoy it even in your own little way.