2. Friday Night Week One
We were definitely not gonna be back before curfew. I was drunk off my ass and so was Kinsey. Tori and Noah were watching us disapprovingly as we danced without a care in the club section of Staircase.
All the girls had gotten ready in my tiny bungalow before leaving. My long curly hair was wrapped up in a bun revealing the lighter caramel tones hidden within the dark brown. My murky green eyes were highlighted by bold mascara and my bold black eyeliner was actually making the muted tone sparkle slightly in the club's strobe lighting.
Kins looked hot in her black tube top and white jeans; I know white jeans, hazard alert, but she wasn't a complete klutz like me so she was allowed to own white. I, on the other hand, was wearing bright red cargo trousers, a black bralette under a long sleeve mesh black bodysuit paired with black heeled ankle boots. Noah was holding my jacket like the darling he is, I blew him a kiss of appreciation.
He flipped me off.
Asshole.
Kinsey suddenly stopped dancing and tugged on my hand which she was holding, I followed her line of sight and was greeted with the sight of Lana, the slender and short Spanish girl, squaring up against Jasper, the dark, tattooed giant, who could intimidate a wild ape with one strong look.
Red painted lips were moving rapidly as Lana tried to bypass Jasper to get to the bar whilst he just stood there like a sentry, arms crossed and head shaking. I smirked and returned to dancing whilst still keeping a curious eye on the couple; multitasker.
Lana finally gave up and screamed in his face, "Estúpido egoÃsta, no me deja beber, bien, then I'm not putting out tonight." [Selfish asshole, he won't let me drink, fine...] Looking mighty proud of herself, she stomped over to us, "Come on perras, the fight's about to start." [bitches]
She grabbed our hands and dragged us over to Noah and Tori, after reaching them, she stopped and looked confused for a moment about how she was supposed to grab and drag Tori also. So like the helpful person I am, I decided to grab and drag Tori for her, Lana looked at me and sloppily smiled gratefully and then we were off.
We stumbled very...gracefully down the stairs with Noah in front of us and Jasper at the back looking like a lost puppy after Lana's declaration and eventually we made it to the front of the ring where to my surprise, the rest of Jasper's friends were.
Okay, so let me try to explain this, Jasper was not a part of 'our group.' Much to Noah's dislike, he was the only male member of our friendship group. Don't get me wrong, everyone knew and loved Noah, but he just chose to spend a lot of his time with us, especially after what happened in the summer.
Jasper, however, was friends with a whole different set of people. Cool people. Yeah, I know; traitor. Jasper's close group of mates consisted of 4 other people.
Arik West; the star quarterback of the school and all-around gorgeous guy, a bit of a player.
Kyle Lawson; super smart, super funny, super dickhead and super blonde.
Kiara Lawson; Kyle's little sister, a year younger than us but she was in my Art class and I actually quite liked her. I sent her a smile which she returned, confirming my approval.
And Elias Ryker; bad boy extraordinaire, never in school, drove a motorcycle, all that cliched shit. He was also a dickhead but not here with them now though.
To sum up, Jasper's friends were all gorgeous assholes, who knew they were gorgeous so thought they had the right to be assholes (except Kiara, she was just gorgeous). I had no idea why they were here, normally when Lana invited out it was just our group of five plus Jasper.
Noah did that weird bro hug thing with the boys and Kiara came over to me and the girls, yelling over the shouts of the gathering crowd, "do you guys want another drink, I'm gonna go get one?"
Lana threw Jasper the stink eye and nodded her head vigorously with Kinsey whilst Tori just shook her head shyly.
"I'll come with," I offered, "you're gonna need another set of hands." She gave me a grateful smile and we made our way over to the bar.
"Yo, where are you going?" We turned to see Kyle and Noah looking at us questioningly.
"Just to get drinks" Kiara answered her brother.
"Don't you think you've had enough Rei?" Noah condescended.
"Don't you think you've had enough Rei?" I mocked in a deep voice, he rolled his eyes and turned away; I smiled triumphantly, I won.
I trailed after Kiara as she walked towards the bar. "So, how was your summer?" She questioned with a smile, jeez, even her teeth were perfect.
"Meh, you know, just the usual. What about you? I heard you and Kyle went to Australia?" Good subject change Rei.
"Yeah, we were out there visiting my dad," she looked uncertain for a moment, "we were actually there for his wedding."
I instantly felt bad for judging her and her brother, no-ones life was perfect, there was always something going on in the background; I should know that better than most.
"That sounds nice, how was it?"
"Meh, you know, just the usual," she replied looking sly, I laughed at her and we headed back to our friends after the bartender handed us the drinks. Wow, she got served fast, it took Noah like half an hour to buy us our popcorn earlier.
I came up behind Noah and jumped on his back, he caught me like always, "We're back, dickhead, miss me?" I asked whilst struggling to remain on his back.
"No, Rei," he muttered as he finally stabilised me, "and I don't think you should drink that." Well, I think you should kiss my ass.
"Hm, shame," I snickered, sliding off of his back.
We all faced the ring as the MC, came out and started running around the ring trying to hype the crowd up. He was gonna be so dizzy when he stopped.
Hyping the crowd, he yelled a few unnecessary sentences before introducing the fighters.
"Now, the long-awaited moment is here! Let me introduce to you, coming in on the right corner we have, Max 'The Grenade' Carter!!"
An absolute Hulk of a man came charging out of the changing rooms towards the ring. He had both his nipples pierced and I'm pretty sure he winked at Kinsey as he stepped into the ring. Ew. He was like 40. I looked around me as the crowd booed and like the sheep I liked to pretend I wasn't, I started booing also.
"Quiet, quiet, quiet'" the MC demanded rudely, "now for the definitive house favourite," there was a fake drum roll, "we have the Staircase Fighting Championship Champion," creative name, "'THE BEAST'"
Like nothing I had seen before, the crowd went absolutely crazy. I mean, I had been to a Staircase fight before but the crowd had never gone mad like this. Jasper and Lana started jumping up and down like absolute crazy people. Noah grabbed me to make sure I wasn't dragged away so I grabbed Kinsey who grabbed Tori; it was absolute mayhem.
And then 'The Beast' came out.
He didn't run like the other guy, just sauntered casually up to the ring, like he had all the time in the world.
Could I just take a moment to say he was fine as hell?
He was wearing a hoodie that covered his face and arms but was left open just enough for you to see his masterpiece of a body. When he stepped into the ring, I saw a glimpse of a tattoo curling from his arm onto his chest. There were more tattoos littered across his body and even from here I could tell the skill of the work was impressive. Although he was mostly hidden, the way that he carried himself led you to believe, from a female perspective, that he was bloody gorgeous under that hood.
After some hushed words in the centre of the ring, the fight began. They circled each other slowly, identifying weaknesses, preparing for strengths. Hood Guy stood tall and confident, I could just imagine a little smirk on his, what I imagine to be, gorgeous face as he waited for the big guy to make a move.
Hulk finally charged at Hood Guy who easily sidestepped him causing Hulk to run headfirst into the ropes, idiot. Hood Guy took the chance to start delivering blow after blow to Hulk, his chest, his face, everywhere he could get a hit on, Hood Guy did. I saw Tori flinch from the corner of my eye but I was too transfixed on the sight before me. He moved so gracefully and whilst I knew he was beating the shit out of someone, there was something almost mesmerising about the way he moved. It was over as quickly as it started and I couldn't decide if I was relieved or disappointed.
The referee pulled Hood Guy off of the Hulk and announced he was the winner. The crowd went nuts again, even Noah was cheering like mad instead of checking on me, and Noah was always checking on me after what happened. Everything started to calm down and I was able to see the damage Hood Guy had inflicted.
Blood obscured the features of Hulk's face. His eyes and nose were so swollen that they merged into one bloody mass. It was hard to interpret where the features of his face were. Bruises littered his body, making a canvas of purples and blues that made memories flash and bile rise.
Turning to Noah, I held up my drink in his face as an explanation, "I need to pee."
He nodded, Â offering to come with me but I shook my head, "I'll just be a second, just wait here for me."
He frowned but then his eyes widened as understanding dawned, he opened his mouth to argue but I shoved my drink in his hand and swiftly turned away. I needed some air. Memories were coming back to me, memories I'd fought hard to lock away. I wanted out and I wanted to be alone.
Racing to the nearest exit, I practised the breathing exercises Dr Fredricks had taught me to help me stay calm. But, oh god, I was so not feeling calm.
I finally made it outside and sagged against a brick wall taking huge breaths of the fresh air. I allowed the cold air to travel down my throat, saturate into my lungs, settling deeply until I felt a mediocre of calm. I didn't care that it was raining, I was just thankful to be out of there. I did the stupid breathing exercises and started to feel a semblance of peace. Maybe, Fredricks, the shrink wasn't completely useless.
When I finally felt relaxed, I made a start back towards the door, it was freezing and Noah had my coat. But then I realised I had messed up.
It was a fire escape door, I couldn't open it from the outside. I started to panic but, by some miracle, someone started to open the door.
You see, this would've been great if only the idiot hadn't opened the door right onto my face. I groaned as I started to fall backwards. But just before I could land flat on my ass, two strong arms banded around my waist. I gripped onto them for support and started to look up to yell at whoever had decided to kill me and save me at the same time but stopped.
Time seemed to halt as I stared into a pair of eyes so blue, they were basically transparent. They reminded me of the sea with the multiple shades dancing around in them, there were even flecks of green. I hated the sea but I was willing to overlook my dislike because of how stunning his eyes were.
That's when it hit me, I know this guy. I studied his face a moment longer; Elias Ryker.
I then stepped back and studied what he was wearing; Hood Guy.
Oh my god. Elias Ryker was Hood Guy.
Hood Guy was Elias Ryker
Elias Ryker / Hood Guy looked angry.
Fuck my life.
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[12/07/2021] Edited âï¸
So Eli has finally made his appearance, he came in with quite a bang ;)
lol, what a shitty pun
anyway, no music today but I did watch miss congeniality which i really liked
i think I'm going to watch harry potter next because i need something to cheer me up after the euros last night :(
i would just like to say that despite the fact that we lost, our team have seriously done the country proud, to come as far as they did and create the atmosphere in the country that we got to experience...all i can say is that they deserved better
also, a big fuck you to everyone who thinks its okay to abuse the players, especially rashford, sancho and saka who did their absolute fucking best. i don't give a shit who you are, where you come from, or what you believe, there is nothing in the world that could ever justify acting the way certain people have. grow the fuck up and pull your ignorant heads out of your asses. id love to see one of you computer cowards try to play football the way england have. pricks
okay, rant over, bye bitches much love X X
ps. i think I'm in love with jack grealish âï¸ð©