Wanna go on a Date?

The fight.

The fight.

The fight.

God dam it, the fight.

That is all that's been going through my head since this morning after the fiasco with Logan. It's tonight and I could stress more about it.

It's currently last period and my last two brain cells weren't working in the first place so now everything and anything is going through my mind at lighten speed.

And none of it makes sense.

I can't focus on the lesson because I'm to distracted and I can't focus on the fight because I'm to stressed that I'm gonna lose.

So basically I'm sitting in my chair, zoned out.

———

Class just ended, I didn't write anything down because quite frankly, I don't think I wouldn't Of been able to. My hands are shaking as if the world was having an earthquake.

Logan had texted me in the middle of class saying he wanted to talk to me. I of course have to find him now to see what he wanted to say.

I send a quick 'where are you' and walk to my locker to dump all my books off and get my bag.

Logan-

I'm coming to your locker.

Ok that saves me from a shit ton of walking.

"Boo."

I spin around and grab who ever it is, neck and pin them against the locker.

"Wow, easy there tiger. Your grip is like made of steel."

I quickly retract my hands.

"Umm sorry, you just scared me."

"It's a cool." Logan leans against the locker but quickly stands up straighter from how uncomfortable the locker actually is.

"So... what did you want to tell me."

"Well it's more like a question..."

"Ok, go on."

"Well, how do I put this?" Logan quietly questions himself.

"Come on Logan I don't have all day."

"Well I just wanted to know if you'd." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I'd, What?"

"Ifyouwantedtogoonaveryfancydatewithme? Ya with me."

I give him a straight look of confusion.

"What?"

"You didn't catch that."

"No. Do you even know what you said?"

"No not really. But I was hoping you did so I wouldn't of had to repeat it."

"Well tough luck because your gonna have to."

He sighs.

"Would you happen to want to go on a date?" He questions and my eyes go big. "With me?" Logan finishes off.

"When?"

I mean I want to go. Me and Logan have gotten quite closer in our friendship over the last few weeks. Even though he keeps kicking my chair, and also really wants to teach me how to throw a football still.

So I don't see why not.

As long as he doesn't say tonight.

I mentally cross my fingers. Please please, please say this weekend or something.

"Tonight." He shrugs.

Now it's my turn to sigh.

"I can't tonight but want about tomorrow night?"

The biggest smile I've seen on his face, yet, spreads across his face.

"Ya tomorrow sounds great. I'll pick you up at, 6?"

"Sure 6 is fine."

"Alright."

"Alright."

"Great."

"Good."

"Fantastic."

"I would love to continue this conversation but I have to get home. I'll see you tomorrow ok."

He nods his head.

I give him a quick kiss on the check, my lips lingering probably a few seconds to long but I don't care. I than practically skip out the door to my car.

I have a date tomorrow. My very first date. And I couldn't be more excited.

———

I throw my black hoodie on. Then my baggiest pair of sweats which was hard finding considering the fact that I have about a million pairs of them.

I'd never wear them to school though, people judge to much nowadays.

I put my hood over my head and tie up the remaining laces and rush down the stairs. I grab my bag with the first aid kit in case of emergency. In the bag there are also another pair of clothing, shoes and a mask just to make sure I don't get exposed.

I grab the keys to the door and turn around to lock it before making my way to the car where Chance is waiting patiently.

"Hey, you ready?" He asks the second I sit down in the seat.

"I am. Just a bit nervous because of how much I could lose if I don't win."

"It will be fine if you don't win."

"Chance. We need the money."

"I know, but you can't expect to win every time, I mean you won a lot of money over the last year from all the other times you won. How much do you have saved up?"

"Do you want a guess?"

"Yes, as close as you can guess." By this point he's backing out of the driveway. And down the road.

"Umm, maybe about 90 thousand, of you round."

"That's pretty good."

"Not good enough to get us out of this dump."

We round the corner and pull into the parking lot. It's was packed. I mean it always is but this time, cars are parked in places that aren't even parking spots.

Some were in other strangers drive ways and most were down the road. I have a reserved spot as do the other competitors.

I get out taking my bag with me. We walk to the doors and sign in. Every time we walk to the locker room, Chance gives me his famous pep talk and gets me pumped, so that was the first place we went.

We get in I pull my hood down and jump up and down in place to get my blood running through my veins.

And Chance starts.

"It's a big fight tonight. One of the biggest, scratch that the biggest and you won't give up that easily ok? Your doing this for more than the tittle of being able to fight good or some thing like that." I laugh at the end. But he quickly shuts me up for more.

"You intimidate people by walking by them, your gonna go out there and show them why."

I liked those last two lines, it gave me a new sense of power, but it came and left just as quickly.

Someone knocks on the door and I put my hood back on before giving them permission to enter.

"I'm here to tell you the rules." Chance and I nod my head.

"First off, there's no head gear or any kind of retainer." I didn't have ether so I motion him to keep going down the list.

"No hoodie, or any type of baggy clothing other than sweat/jogging pants."

"What? No way the hoodie stays on!" Chance yells.

"I'm sorry but it's in the rules."

"That's not fair! When was this stupid set of rules made?!" He picks up the clipboard and rips the paper off the clip.

"Every other fight Bryd was able to a hoodie and anything he wants, why such a change now? Huh? Huh?" Chance gets louder and louder each word.

I put my hand on his arm to get his attention, he brings his head lower so I could whisper in his ear.

"It's ok Chance, I'll fight without the hoodie."

"No way!"

He grabs the guy by the collar and shoves him against the wall and off his feet.

"Go our there and tell them that the hoodie stays." He all but politely asks.

As he continues demanding the guy to change the rules, I take off my hoodie and fix my black sports bra.

I 100% feel lighter so I can most definitely move faster and more swiftly.

"Ok so who am I fighting against?"

They both look at me, Chance drops the guy back in his feet shaking his head knowing he can't change anything now.

The guys eyes widen with what looks like surprise. Most likely from the fact that I am a girl.

"Uh, it was in the sheet." He answers lamely.

Chance picks up the sheet and hands it to the guy with an apologetic smile.

"I'm it says your going against this guy name Russel."

"What are his stats, weight, etc."

"He's won 13 out of 20 fights, he weighs at about 250 pounds, most of it being muscle, he stands at 6'2 and was trained by the guy who made The Rock, The Rock."

"Ok wow." Really, by the guy who trained The Rock. I mean I've fought bigger more stronger people."

The guy gave me a smile practically saying 'good luck, your gonna need it'. But I brush it off as a nice smile.

"It's time."

My head snaps up, and true to his words, it is.

"Let's do this."

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