Chapter 1

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Oliver's POV

I smirked as the guy fell down on the concrete floor, blood spilling from his lips and nose. Two buff guys came into the ring and carried the unconscious man away.

I hopped out of the ring and grabbed a towel to wipe off the sweat and blood from my body.

"You did great kid!" My trainer clapped me on the back.

"When's the next fight?"

"Tomorrow at 9 o'cock." He said and I frowned.

"No more tonight?"

"You had three tonight. I need you to be well rested for tomorrow."

"Fine. Goodnight Bruce."

"Goodnight kid."

I gathered my things and went to my car, leaving the warehouse.

When I got back to my house, I tried to get in as quietly as I could. I slowly ascended the stairs, trying not to make much noise but the stairs had a mind of their own and started making loud squeaking noises when I stepped on them.

"Where have you been?"

"Damnit." I muttered then turned to face my mother, "Heeeey mom. How are you?" I smiled.

"Oliver Chase Drefton it is 2 o'clock in the morning. I don't mind you staying out late but I would like to get a phone call or text telling me where you are."

"I'm sorry mom. I'll call next time."

"You better. Now go to bed. You have school tomorrow."

"Yaaay." I say sarcastically as I opened my door and go into my room.

I fall down onto my bed and turn on the tv. I turn on a random channel then roll over and try to fall asleep.


My alarm goes off and I slam my hand down on the snooze button and try to fall back asleep.

Right when I was about to go to sleep, the alarm goes off again.

I sigh and get up, turning the alarm off before walking in my closet. I pull on black skinny jeans and a black Twenty One Pilots shirt with my high top converse.

I leave without eating breakfast and get into my car, looking at the time.

Shit, I'm late. Oh well. If I'm going to be late, might as well be hella late. I'm going to get some food.

I stop at Chick-fil-a and get a chicken biscuit. I sit in the school parking lot and eat before going to class.

"I'm glad you made it Mr. Drefton." Mrs. Johnson glared.

"Would you like to explain why you're late?"

"No. You can continue." I go to sit in my normal spot but a small brunette was there.

"You're in my seat." I walk up to him and he stares up at me wide eyed.


"There is a seat in the back Drefton. Sit there."

I smirked at the boy and sat in the empty desk. I couldn't help that I was staring. He was adorable. His hair framed his face in tussled waves. Adorable brown doe eyes were framed by black glasses which rested on his button nose.

He glanced back at me a couple times then he would blush and look away.

The bell rang and the boy jumped and hurried out of the room. I followed of course but I lost him in the crowd.

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