Lost Again [Revised]

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Bobby, in fact, was the one who introduced underground fighting to Cerise. She had always thought about professional boxing or going to the army even. She wanted adrenaline and the only thing that gave her what she wanted was fighting. So, because of Bobby, Cerise is the most well known female street fighter in town. Since underground fighting was illegal, it was well hidden between the boxers in the ring and Bobby. If anyone else found out, everyone - including Bobby - would be sent to jail.

"Hello, I'm talking to you," Jasper snapped. Waving a hand in front of her face.

"What?" Asked Cerise a bit dazed.

"Are you okay?" Jasper questioned, a look of concern for his friend plastered on his usually stern face.

When it comes to being in the ring, Jasper was one of the coldest people Cerise had known - excluding herself, of course. However, when someone actually got to know him, he could be a huge sweetheart. He is also known to be the notorious heart-breaker around school. Considering he regularly works out for fights and has gone to the beach enough times to catch a great tan, Cerise isn't surprised all of the ladies have fallen for him. Not to mention the dark black hair, a rough jaw line and almost black eyes that everyone seems to love.

Jasper, however, doesn't randomly pick girls up to hook up and it's all thanks to his sweet side. He wants someone who'll stay with him instead of having a one night stand with a random chick. Cerise loved that about him and she was particularly glad her best friend isn't some walking STD.

Even though Cerise and Jasper were very alike in their personalities, their looks weren't remotely the same. The only common factor they shared was the fact that both of them were tanned. Growing around a public beach and almost constant warm temperature does that to people.

While Jasper has black hair and nearly black eyes, Cerise had brown hair with hazel eyes. Jasper had a rough face with no indication of scars in the past. Cerise had a smooth, innocent looking one that completely opposes how she actually is. The main factor that contrasts the two, physically was the deep scar running down Cerise's left cheek. It ruined her whole, smooth face facade. It even scarred her eye, causing a section of her left eye to become a steel gray color.

"I know I'm hot and all but it doesn't mean you should stare." Cerise looked up to see Jasper's handsome smirk and his black eyes, twinkling with mischief.

She smiled up at him coldly and simply told him to shut his mouth before hopping off the bike quickly. She hurriedly tried to grab her thoughts as she rushed to the front door, letting it swing behind her. Jasper ran after her, grabbing her arm before she could make an escape behind the bar.

"Hey, slow down. We have time. It's a quarter past three, the match starts at five. You don't need to rush. There will be plenty of time to warm you up," he reminded Cerise.

Cerise's stiff shoulders loosened and she turned around to give her friend a thankful smile. She breathed in slowly, an embarrassed chuckle escaping her chapped lips. "Right, thanks."

"Let's sit down. You still have to tell me what's so aggravating about 'this chick' as you so vaguely put it," Jasper mocked. Cerise's lip tugged upwards in a half grin as they neared the two empty seats at the bar. Cerise glanced around, noticing that there weren't a lot of people there. She shrugged absentmindedly.

As they sat down, Bobby approached them with a bright smile. His positive attitude allowed Cerise to relax in her stool. He was cleaning the inside of a beer mug with a rag. "How are y'all this fine evening?" He asked, his country accent filling the noiseless air.

Cerise smiled. "Good Bobby. Can I have a water? I have a match soon," Cerise responded, her smile replaced with a sly smirk. She thought of her winning the battle against her new adversary.