Loving the Fighter

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Jax's POV

School was never my most favorite things in the world, even before I started fighting but after I started it became irrelevant all together. At least that's what my dad said about it whenever he signed me out early so we could train.

Considering how many classes I missed in one year due to bruises on my face or training I don't even know how I had enough credits to get me through the year.

Nevertheless, I just barley passed sophomore year and I were about to walk into school for my first time as a senior.

I already had a pretty good idea about how the day was going to go before I even walked through the doors of the school.

I would just have to suffer through classes while people glared and whispered about how they thought I got held back or about how scary I was to them. A few cheerleaders would joke around about how they were going to make it their goal this year to talk to me while others would lie about sleeping with me.

I wouldn't even pretend to listen in class and would spend most of the time either sketching or thinking about how I was going to win my first fight of the season tonight.

Of course that's not at all how things went.

I was in school of a whole two hours before shit hit the fan. The two hours prior went perfectly fine, just as I expected them to be but just as I was about to walk into my third class for the day I felt something hit me from behind.

It wasn't a hard hit, more like someone was pushed and by accident they rammed into me so I was willing to just pretend it never happened and just go to class but before I could even keep walking everyone stopped talking. You could feel the 'oh shit' moment in the air. No one moved as if they were waiting for me to lash out.
At this point I was still willing to just turn around glare before going back to class and pretending like nothing ever happened but before I got that chance someone spoke up.

"Have you gone soft over the summer or something?" The voice said. The voice belonged to Bryce Wallace who just so happened to be the last years' co captain of the football team.

He and I had a tendency to get on each other's bad side and after all these years he still thought he was going to win one of these days if he just kept trying.

"Any other day you have killed anyone who even touched you," he continued as a small smirk started to crawl onto his face.

"Or maybe I'm just in a good mood today. Wanna help me keep it that way?" My face was blank but inside I was just thinking about how I would rather be anywhere else but here.

"No, I don't think I will." He said as he walked a bit closer.

No one around us even dared to breath at this point. Most of them seemed nearly petrified where they stood and they should be.

Like I said, Bryce and I have gotten into it several times before and every time we do it ends with blood going everywhere, teachers getting involved, and with Bryce being knocked out and on his way to the hospital.

"You really want to do this today?" I asked with a small sigh. "I here they are taking senior pictures at the beginning of the year this time. You sue you want to have a broken nose in it?"

His eyes formed into a glare as he marched up to me.

The second I saw his fist coming towards my face I let myself fall into the back of my own mind and let my body do what ever it needed to get this done.

I still don't fully know what happened but I know that this time was worse than the other fights we had.

Teachers tried to pull us off of each other but couldn't and had to call the cops. I ended up narrowly escaping an assault charge on the cop who had tried to pull me off Bryce's limp body.

I stayed in the back of my mind for the rest of the day until after my fights that I was actually supposed to do but the second I got home I was back, which really was just the worst timing.

"Do you want to tell me what happened at school today?" My father asked as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

I knew this was coming sooner or later but I had thought it was going to come up in a different way.

He seemed calmer than I thought he should have so maybe he's not as made as I think? I mean I did what he told me to do. He always told me if I fought at school just make sure you win and he's never been mad at me for fighting at school before this.

"I got into a fight at school," I said with a shaky voice. My heart was racing in my chest and it was all I could to keep my hands from shaking.

"Well yes Jaxon, I can clearly see that. I mean why?" His voice was still calm and he seemed relaxed on the outside.

"He started it like he always does so I just fought back."

"You realize that you could have killed him right? He's still in the hospital getting his nose reset while also trying to stop the bleeding in his brain."

"I didn't mean for it go that far." I said barely above a whisper.

"You didn't mean kept punching the shit out of him even though he wasn't fighting back anymore?" He asked, his voice was still calm but he talked louder.

"I didn't know what I was doing."

We stood in silence for a while before he let out a loud sigh and downed all his whiskey in one go.

"I've been in contact with his family and sense everyone in the hallway says Bryce started it they won't press charges but they want us to pay for the hospital bills." I felt my heart drop down to my stomach after hearing that.

"I can get a job to help pay for it." I could hear the despair in my own voice and I didn't like it one bit.

"I don't see where you are going to find the time to do that. Between school and our after school stuff you don't have much time for anything else," he said with a shrug of his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal. "I don't expect you to pay it back anyway."

That last sentence made my heart soar for a whole three seconds before I could stop it. I didn't need to be giving myself that hope. Just because he says that doesn't mean he doesn't have something worse planned.

"Of course I can't just let this behavior go unpunished." He said with a small sigh and a frown.

Every bit of hope I had was gone in less than half a second.

"It's not my fault though! He came onto me!" I yelled before I could stop myself but with one harsh look I cut myself off before I could make anything worse.

"I understand he hit you first but that doesn't matter. You are lucky his parents did press charges. You have gone to jail tonight and left me with nothing! Don't you realize that?" He began to yell at the end at quickly took a deep breath and began talking softly again. "Since this is the first time this has happened I'll take it easy on you. So how about tonight you just make dinner and clean up after then go straight to bed."

"Are you sure?" I asked while trying to keep the hope out of my voice.

"Yea, it's not your fault that kid was stupid." He looked down at the cup that was now empty, and picked it up. "You can start by cleaning up this glass." Before I even had a chance to register what he said he threw the glass across the room. I watched it in seemingly slow motion as it slid through the air until it made contact with my cheek.

It broke on contact and left cuts in my face, which were bleeding pretty bad.

"Then you can start with cleaning up that blood. When you're done start dinner then go to your room." He was finally scowling the way I expected him to. He was finally the man I had come to learn over time.

I couldn't help but sigh quietly as I leaned down to pick up the broken glass.

The dream broke away slowly until I was back in my cabin with Liam awkwardly watching me.

"You have issues." I say with a small smile, which made him blush and look away. 

Hopefully two updates will be enough to make you all forgive me for not updating in three weeks :v)