Forever the Fighter

2. More fights, new friends

Chapter 2

Playlist-

The Fighter-Gym Class Heros ft Ryan Tedder (Basically the theme song for this book)

The Reckless and the Brave- All Time Low

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. A girl? You said this person was one of the best street fighters. Forreal, a girl?" I punched him in the mouth. I'm used to hearing it. His ice blue eyes glared at me. 

"Deal with it Austin, " a voice to the side yelled out. Austin's manager. I whipped my head over to glance at him, but Austin was quick.

He swung at me but I dodged it. I wanted this over with, honestly, it's been a long day. I didn't want to get his hopes up, so I swung my right leg, and it hit his left leg as he toppled over. I landed on top of him and swung my fist against his face. He was breathing heavy. 

Surprising, he tossed me off, and landed on top of me. I took a hard blow to the face. The hardest one I've had in weeks. Shit, I've lost my pace. I knocked my head against him. He fell back a little. I quickly kicked him off and stood up, dragging his collar so he stood up next to me. I gave him a right hook, completed with a kick. I grabbed his arm, bent over, as he slid against my back. I tackled him down. I ended up with him nearly unconscious, and the floor splattered with blood. 

I felt a bit of an ache on my leg, but ignored it as I got up and straightened my clothes. He looked up at me, as if he was trying to figure me out. Blood was dripping out his nose. I walked away as my manager put a wad of cash in my hand. Sighing, I slid it in my pocket. I was tired, fatigued. I just wanted to lay in bed and sleep the night away. 

I slid on my jacket and put on a big smile for show. A lot of people enjoyed watching violence oddly, so the building was filled up. People greeted me, and told me that it was a good fight.

I knew it wasn't. There was something off with me. I've been getting anxious lately for no reason.

I gotta shake this off. I went to the bathroom to examine my eye. It had a turned purple, but nothing a little makeup couldn't fix. I'll do that later. I cleaned up some blood around my face. Honestly, this is the worst I've been. People can't usually lay a finger on me.

I need to get my act together.

I walked out the bathroom, about to head to a coffee shop down the street. These guys usually go to a bar and get drinks. I needed my quiet time after a fight. I took my black finger less gloves off, and put them in my bag. I said goodbye to everyone, and headed to my bike.

Mitchell, my manager, stopped me. He was about 25, good looking, fit. He was like my best friend. Slash manager.

"Scar, some guy wants to talk to you. He looked rich," Mitchell says to me. He led me over to a middle aged posh looking guy in a nice suit. 

"I'm Robert Summers, " he says, "You might have heard of me." Robert Summers? The Robert Summers? The multimillionaire businessman? Oh gosh.

"I'm Scarlett," I told him.

"Yes, the infamous Scar. I've heard about you. I'm sorry I missed your fight today, I was hoping to catch it to see your skills. I'm willing to offer you a job. To be a bodyguard for my boys. You see, I'm well known, and also well wanted, and people go as far as attacking my boys. I need you to help me. We have bodyguards, but I'm looking for a teenage one, so it won't be too obvious. I will give you a place to live, clothing, all the necessities, and I'll pay you. What do you say?"

That was an offer I couldn't refuse.

But I had to.

"Sir, I can't. Your offer sounds fantastic, and I'm stupid to pass it off, but I have a stable life here that I can't dare to mess up."