The lonely ones

Part 6 (Dereks Point of view)

Derek's POV:

I am in a Forest. There are trees fallen over.

I am looking for something.

I am running.

I trip, I can't get back up.

I look up and see Charlie, hanging from the tree.

Dead.

Suddenly my alarm goes off. I jump up with a gasp of air and a tear in me eye. I hate dreaming about Charlie, it hurts. I get out of bed and get ready for school. I can already tell Clair view high is gonna suck. I met a girl, named Sammie. She is the best part of school. I was a loner at my last school I know how it is. She needs someone and so do I.

I have had my fair share of bullying. My medium black hair doesn't help the "Emo" stereotype people have over my head. That and and "fag" tend to be the two most used words to describe me at my last school. I got kicked out for fighting too many times. I can't help it, thats what I do. Literally. I am an underground fighter.

I don't want to hurt Sammie. I can't leave her alone when she needs someone most. I don't want to scare her either. She is like a delicate flower, and I am the thorn.

I am gonna have to keep the truth from her as long as I can. Underground fighting is dangerous, except it makes me money. That is the most important thing in my life. My dad left when I was 6 months old leaving me the man of the house.

I brush my teeth and go downstairs, I am too busy thinking of Sammie's perfect smile that I take a big gulp of orange juice. I spit it out.

"Oh my god that tastes like shit!" I laugh.

Anyone who has had orange juice after brushing their teeth will understand. I get in my truck and drive to Hell view, whoops I meant Clair view.

First period drags on. History is boring, I mean who cares? They are all dead anyways. I get hit in the back of my head with an eraser. It has the words "Emo fag" written on it. Cool. I turn around to see A guy laughing. He looks scrawny I could so fuck him up, if it wasn't for the stupid rules. I just turn back and ignore him, he isn't worth it. He isn't worth me losing Sammie. Plus, I can't leave her alone in this shit hole she needs me. When the bell rings I practically jump from my seat. Second period Physics, my favorite.

I walk in and sit next to Sammie. She smiles at me and I smile back, god she looks so beautiful today.

"how is your day going Sammie?" I ask while taking out my binder.

"Shit, as always. but better now that you're here." She gives a faint smile.

I can see something is not quite right. I may know some things about her. I have picked up a few things these past three weeks here, but something is off. I know it is, I can feel it.

"I have an idea." I whisper to her. I see her smile a little.

"What?" she whispers back a glimmer in her eyes.

"Come to my house tonight. I will cook you dinner." I give a playful wink. My heart is racing.

"Okay." She smiles.

"Okay." I smile.

Aw look at you man, you're turning soft.

I find Sammie after 8th period and offer to give her a ride home. She gets into my truck and I follow her directions. When we pull up she hesitates for a second.

"Would you... like to, uh.. come in?"

"Uh sure." I answer getting out of my truck.

When we get into her house we sit at the table. She gets two root beers and we start talking.

"You know, I don't know very much about you, Sammie."

"well...." She starts off. "Lets save that can of beans for another time." She finishes.

She sends a playful wink and gets up. I look at my watch. 3:36. My fight starts soon. I get nervous, not because of the fight but because of Sammie.

"Hey I forgot, I have to run some errands for my mom. I'll pick you up at 6:30 alright?" I ask.

"Yeah, sure. See ya then!" she giggles.

I get into my truck and drive off. Fuck man. When I get to the club I go through the doors to the arena. I hurry and warm up. My match starts in twelve minutes.

"Derek Jones everyoneeee!" yells the announcer.

"Rage! Rage! Rageee!" everyone chants.

That is what they would all say when I went up there, I wasn't really sure why. SOme people say it is because I challenge all of my rage and take it out on the innocent person I am fighting. The bell dings and I go for it. I charge at my component taking him down in an instant. He gets a few good punches, before I get on top and beat him out cold.

"Thirteen seconds... New record!" yells the announcer. Everyone cheers for me. Thats that thing about this, everywhere else I am a nobody. Here I am somebody.

I go to see bob the "Book keeper" of this underground fighting thing.

"So how much did I make tonight?"

"Five. Hundred. Fucking. Dollars."

"Are you serious!" I yell.

"Yeah, the bets were about 50/50 though, That is rare. We matched the percents, added the bonuses and here you are $576 richer!" Bob explains.

I was in shock. I look at the clock. 4:47. Perfect timing. I collect my cash and head to the store, I only had a few hours to pull together this dinner.