It ended up that when Chad had to talk to me he had wanted me to meet the rest of the team, and give me the schedule for training and my other matches.
Britany, Florence, Rhonda, and Blaze were the other girls in the group and Rodney who happened to be Rhonda’s brother, Jason of course, Logan, Ethan, and Jacob. They were all pretty cool. They were diffidently an intimidating group though.
I got home around 2:00a.m and found my brothers waiting in the kitchen for me. They wanted to know where I was and since I knew that I could trust them I told them that I was at a fighting match. They didn’t react how I thought they would. It took a full hour to get them to believe that it was safe and that I was not going to get hurt or as they were saying killed. Getting to bed at 3:30 is going to be torture for me in the morning since I had to wake up at 7:00 because of school.
Boy was I right last night. I could barely open my eyes I was so tired when my alarm went off. When I looked in my mirror I almost didn’t recognize myself, I had light bags under my eyes nothing a little bit of concealer can’t fix, my skin looked pale, like I was sick, my hair looked like a huge messy birds nest, and I was forming bruise that almost covered my whole lower abdomen and let me tell you it really hurt. Getting in the shower I somehow get the knots out of my hair and cleaned my body with hot water so that I wouldn’t be that sore. Getting out I take out some concealer to put on my bags and face so that I will not look so pale, put on my new white jeans and black shirt that says Peace & Joy and make my way outside. Instead of getting on my motorcycle I get into my Lamborghini because I did not trust myself on my bike while I was this sleepy.
As I walked into Socials I saw Jayce in one of the back corner chairs. Thinking that I might as well sit next to him I walk over to the desk beside him and get set up for class.
“Morning class” Mr. Pectate said to silence all of us. It’s not like he had to tell me to be quiet because I have been quiet this whole time it was more like get the boys in the back corner to stop throwing spitballs at everyone in the room, the cheerleaders to stop gossiping, and the rest of the class off their phones.
Getting the classroom as quiet as Mr. Pectate could, which might I say only consisted of getting two nerds silent out of 21 students, he started his lesson.
“Hey” I hear someone whisper next to me. Looking over I see a guy wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and a blue and black snapback with the word OVOXO.
“Hi?” I ask not really sure of what to say since I have never seen him before.
“You’re Chantelle right?” He replied.
“Yeah, that’s me?”
“I saw you at the fighting match last night.”
“You did? I didn’t think that anyone from school went to it!”
“There are only a few of us that go to it let alone fight or race, but there are the odd one or two of us that go once in a while.”
“Oh, sorry I didn’t catch your name?”
“That’s because I never gave it to you!”
“Well I think that it’s only fair that you give it to me since you already know my name.”
“Mike.”
“Thank you” Looking up to the front of the room I see Mr. Pectate writing the homework for today on the board. Taking out my notebook, pencil and textbook I start to write down the assignment.
“Do you want to sit with me at lunch? It can always be lonely when you don’t have friends.” Mike asked.
“Who says I don’t have friends?” I shoot back.
“I haven’t seen you walk down the halls with anyone and you’re never in the cafeteria, so I just guessed that you didn’t have anyone to sit with so you went outside or something.”
“She has friends!” Jayce snaps.
“Lay off man, I wasn’t asking you!” Mike snarls back at him.
“You said it so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole class heard you say that!” I could practically see the smoke coming out of both of their noses.
“Why are you so worried about Chantelle not sitting with you? She is not yours, you’re not even dating!” Mike says. Seeing things are soon going to get way out of control I interrupt Jayce from replying and tell them that now is not the time to fight. They actually listened to me because right after I said that we were all working on the pages that Mr. Pectate had assigned us.
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Never Back Down
Teen Fiction17 year old Chantelle Green is on the top of the want to become list. She has lots of money, loving parents and gets whatever she wants, but is that really what her life is inside the closed doors of her house and outside of the elegant banquets and...
