Donald took me back to his place, I showered, ate then climbed into his arms nestling myself into his arms. As he wrapped his toned arms around me and squeezed me, I could feel how much power he actually had in his arms. “Dakota.” He breathed.
“Mmm-yeah?” I replied huskily.
“Why are you so desperate for money lately?” A hard hitting question this late at night, what was he thinking. I hated being in these situations with Donald, he wanted to know everything about me. Sure he knew something 95% of my friends didn’t, he knew that I was involved with street fighting, but he had no reason to know why I fought or why I needed more money. “That guy was undefeated and you still took him on, you must be desperate lately, why Kota.” Undefeated my ass, the only thing that made that bloke undefeated was because of the show he performed before he fought.
He intimidated his opponents with his big brown eyes, his height and when he flexed his large muscles whilst ‘sizing you up’. His mouth never helped, people with big mouths like his made me angry and you don’t want to fight me after I was angry. But hey, I’m just a slender, lightweight, innocent female. I look the complete opposite of an intimidating individual, which gave me my edge. Guys let their guard down when they fought me which lead to an easy, and almost guaranteed, victory and girls, pfft! This wasn’t a girls sport; I was in fact the only girl that was street fighting around here.
“Someone had to take the dick’s crown…Now go to sleep.” My voice was playfully venomous as I added a slight girlish giggle at the end. I completely ignored his first question on purpose. He doesn’t need to know anymore then he already does.
“Mmm-k.” He moaned sleepily. I felt my eyelids become heavier and before I could think differently, they fluttered shut.
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“Baby girl, wake up!” he was franticly shaking me “You’re gonna be late for your first day!”
“What Donald?” He knew to never wake me up. Ever! I opened one eye to grab my phone to look at the time.
SHIT!
I opened both eyes almost straight away and flung myself out of bed. I had to go to school today; I forgot that it was Monday. Why do fights have to be on a Sunday and not a Friday or Saturday? As I raced through the house trying to find decent clothing all I could find was some black destroyed skinny jeans with a see-through white button up hi-low hem shirt with black trimmings around the collar. “Have you seen my shoes Don?”
“There over here Kota.” I couldn’t help but notice him chuckling a little bit. That basted. I walked over to my boyfriend holding a pair of black ankle boots with studs running along the top of them. I snatched them off him giving him a sneaky smile showing my teeth. “Snatching isn’t nice Kota.” He sulked like a three year old boy. I jumped onto my tippy-toes and gave him a peck on the lips sending a smile across his well sculpted face. Perfect.
“Bye baby, I’m going to take your car, ok?” Before he could answer I grabbed the keys as I put my final boot on, almost falling over, and headed for the large cedar door I grabbed the handle twisting it anti-clockwise only to be hit in the face with a gust of chilling air. I grabbed one of Donald’s many hooded jumpers that were hanging silently behind the door then ran out shutting the car behind me and running to the heat of Donald’s car. I opened the squeaky door of the black Holden Ute only to dive inside and slam the car door. “Cold, fucking cold!” I chanted to myself switching the car on and switching the heater on. I rubbed my hands together and then slammed the car into revers and with a tap of the accelerator I was out of there.
