The Bad Boy Boxer {IN EDITTING}

Chapter One

This is pure bliss. Laying in bed at 9pm watching episode one season two of Sherlock, ahh Benedict you are God. 

Buzz. Buzz. 

Groaning I looked down at my phone to see a text from my best friend Alice, we're not unpopular but by no means are we popular. 

If that makes any sense at all. 

"PARTY AT JAMIE FROST'S! OPEN INVITE! GET YOUR CUTE BUTT OVER HERE!"

Shall I go? 

Or do I complete the whole of season two, there is most probably less chance of me crying at a party... 

No... 

I will not give in to the predictable teenage ways and go to this party. Sherlock is always the best option anyway... 

Right? 

Maybe Colton James is at this party though and he is really hot and like my crush since Freshman year, but no big deal. Well hey 'a life spent making a mistake is not only more honourable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.' 

If I'm not meant to go to the party then at least it's a lesson learnt, now what to wear? After deciding on my short black body-con dress with matching heels I straightened my hair put on some make-up then I left for Jamie's house, I had to drive so that meant no alcohol for me but at least I'm going out.

"You made it Stella! I thought you wasn't going to come!" Alice screeched to me over the loud thumping music as she pulled me into the kitchen, Jamie's house is fucking huge, we both stood looking around and looking at the options of drinks around the place.

"Yeah I couldn't miss out on such a huge party I guess, who's here that we know?" I asked looking around once she handed me a red cup full of what I assume is alcohol, one drink won't hurt I guess and even if I do drink too much I've got cash for a cab home. I spotted a few kids from some of my classes but now I'm with Alice I should be okay. 

"I've been hanging with Hunter Stone from AP Chem, but uh I mean there's loads of people here for you to hang out with." I nodded and she looked over my shoulder with a blush, I saw Hunter waiting a few feet behind me and sighed dramatically but with a smirk.

"Go on, I know you want to." She squealed and hugged me before running off to dance with Hunter. I found a group of girls from my English class and we spent most of the time dancing and getting more drinks.

About three or four drinks later I wandered around the house dancing, talking to a few people I recognised and then decided it was time to start drinking coffee and water, nothing interesting seems to be happening and I haven't seen Colton yet. 

Not that I'd even have the guts to talk to him if he was here.

I went out into the back yard to cool off when I saw two people yelling at each other, there was a few people staring but the first thing I saw was a fist being raised and a grunt of pain. I gasped and ran forward to see it was Asher Knight who threw the punch, in my just about sober state I stood in front of him with a glare and pissed off expression.

If there's anyone I dislike in my Senior class it's this guy.

"Hey asshole, violence is not the answer!" I poked his chest hard trying to push him away from whoever the other guy was. He looked from visibly pissed off to shocked as he looked down at me.

Then looked at me as if I was insane which maybe I am a little bit but why should he physically abuse someone like this and at a party? 

Knowing his reputation it was probably nothing that pissed him off. He's a grade A asshole.

"Look short ass move out of my way so I can beat this guy to a pulp!" I just crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow at him as if challenging him to a fight myself which might not be one of my smartest ideas.

"Short ass? Who do you think you are? I am be very small but did you ever think you're just too tall?" Again the only look I got was one that meant he thought I should be in a mental home.

"Just fuck off! He deserves it!" He yelled and pointed in the other kids direction, I looked over my shoulder to see it was David Smitt, he's an asshole too but doesn't deserve to be beat up by Asher Knight of all people, he's a professional boxer for god's sake!

"Look why don't the both of you take some deep breaths and calm down." I stated equally as calm as I think they should be right now before I saw amusement flash through Asher's eyes and a smirk form on his lips before he full blown laughed at me.

"What? What's so funny?" The fact he was laughing at me pissed me off. 

He just continued laughing as I stood there all arms crossed and pouting, in the time I was being mocked David managed to slip away. After calming down Asher realised there was no David and glared poking my shoulder quite roughly before running a frustrated hand through his hair.

"You fucking idiot! He's got away! What the hell is wrong with you?!" The anger in his voice didn't even make me flinch as I snarled at him and his poor attitude.

"David didn't deserve to be beaten up by a pro boxer! Sure the guys an asshole but he never even stood a chance against you and you know it!" He went from angry and pissed off ready to explain himself to smug in the blink of an eye.

"Oh so you know I'm a pro boxer?" The smirk was so patronising that I wanted nothing more but to slap it off his sorry face.

"Oh get over yourself everyone knows you're a pro boxer!" I spat as he took a step forward towards me allowing me to step back and hit a brick wall with a gasp, the mint of his breath mixed with his cologne was really deadly and I'm pretty sure if he got any closer I might just pounce.

What? This is Asher Knight I'm talking about here, he's undeniably good looking.

"Hey baby girl? Close your mouth." He whispered into my ear after cornering me against the wall.

What? I gasped as he smirked and walked off calmly disappearing through the bodies of our class mates and fellow students.

Did he really just do that?

Stupid pro boxer.

Stupid but hot pro boxer.