Hi, I'm Mackenzie Ryan. If you take a look at me, you'd think I'm your typical nerd. I'm short, a good 4'11. I have blonde curly frizzy hair. And I always have my reading glasses and my books. I have no fashion sense, I guess, I just wear jeans and band shirts, such as Every Avenue, Asking Alexandria, Down Town Fiction etc. I'm only sixteen and I'm a Junior in high school. I don't have many friends except one. Her name is Valerie Adams. I've known her since the sixth grade. She's looks like your usual bad ass. She has the pin straight black hair that reaches the middle of her back. She's tan, and her personality is tough. We look like complete opposites, but we're really the same. See, I'm not your "typical nerd" don't get me wrong I love to read and get good grades, and stuff, but are your typical nerds professional street fighters and boxers? Didn't think so. Yo, I'm Shane Wilds. I'm the school badass and bad boy. Everyone's terrified of me. I'm the king of the heap and all the girls love me. I'm a junior, but even the seniors are nervous when I'm around. This means I only have one friend. His name is Cameron Cade. He's my best friend and also my co fighter in the ring. He and I have known each other since first grade. But he's not accepted like I am. He's known as the emo fag at school. He's skinny and pale and has black hair, but he's fucking strong. That little fuck can take down any pro wrestler like anything. He and I look after one another. I might be his body guard in that hell hole but in the ring, he looks after me. At the fights in the streets, we are unstoppable. As of now, we are the undefeated. And it's going to stay that way. Now you met them, two totally opposite groups, but so much alike. What happens when the nerd and the bad boy meet at the gym and gets paired up by a twist of fate? A serious twist in the old story of how the hopeless nerd gets saved by the bad boy, it's the nerd's turn to save the bad boy.
ATTENTION! THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK OF A THREE BOOK SERIES! PLEASE DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ THE FIRST BOOK!!!
FIRST BOOK: Finding Jon Moxley
Oh my God. Here he comes. I can hear his heavy footsteps walking down the corridor in front of me. He's probably here to torture me, once again. He walks through the dark curtain, and I cringe. I can't bare the sight of him anymore.
I pull at the chains that are holding me against the cold cement wall. I want to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I groan in pain as the metal claws deeper into my wrists.
He bends down to my level and whispers in my ear, "Sweetheart, don't struggle, it's only gonna make it worse." I shiver in disgust as his repulsive breath his my ear and neck.
I answer, "You will regret this." But it comes out all muffled because of the duck tape covering my mouth. He only smirks.
"Smile, okay? You're on tv." He turns and points to the camera pointing in my direction. When did that get there? That's when I start crying. He chuckles with the satisfaction of my suffering.
When will my hero come and save me?