Insight || Jaxon Coles
Blood pumped loudly in my ears, my right fist swinging upwards, hitting the side of my opponents jaw, my final blow being just under his rib cage.
Screaming assaulted my hearing as arms wrapped around my shoulders, bringing me out of what ever trance I get into when I'm fighting. I glanced to my right where Hunter stood, his hand wrapped around my wrist as he held it up with a grin on his face. Looking around at the screaming crowd, I let a smirk rise on my lips, hearing my name being chanted.
Daniel handed me four wads of cash, kept together with lackey bands. Four thousand dollars cash, for wining the fight and ten percent of the bets that were made tonight on top.
It was easy cash for less then thirty minutes work, apart from a few cuts, bruises and the occasional broken bone, I couldn't complain earning over four grand a night; 2 nights a week, cash in hand. No strings attached, the more consecutive wins, the higher you get on the board, the more money you win. Simple. Don't show, no money and you start again from the bottom.
The boss, Daniel, is a multimillionaire and has money to blow off so he started this unground, bordering illegal fight club of sorts in an abandoned car warehouse on the dark side of town, which has been turned into a fighting ring, and Gym. Every night from 9pm till midnight basically is fight night.
Since I've been fighting since I was fifteen, I've gotten to know Daniel, who to be honest isn't a bad guy. He took me under his wing, taught me all I know and basically gave me a job fighting. I get a grand for showing up, no mater if I win or not.
I gave him a nod before allowing hunter to pull me out of the cage, through the chanting crowd and into a private room with my name plastered on the door. Another wad of cash waiting for me, which as usual I hand over to hunter, since he trains me through the week and makes sure I don't die of infection.
He cleaned up my wounds to the best of his ability's, commenting that none are hospital worthy tonight. Hunter passed me a beer, commenting on my win, before both of us chugged the bottle. It was post fight routine.
"So Whats up with nerd boy?" Hunter asked curiously as we waited for Daniel. I looked up from my phone, shrugging. I really don't know why the hell I invited the kid to our table, stupid move really, he's gonna probably get it from James tomorrow.
Ive always wondered why James and the rest of the school were so adamant on making the kid's life a living hell, cause in reality, me and hunter are loners to, we don't have a cliché group to define us or a large group of friends, yet for some reason we are treated like royalty.
I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
"I have an English project to with him. He ain't no use to me if he is dead" I replied, English is the one subject I have a hard time passing, i can't help it, I need to pass English if I want to graduate, part of the assignment is how we work together.
"Plus James is a try hard, dick-twat" I added, earning a laugh from Hunter. I don't play football but fuck, James can't play for shit, I swear the only reason that asshole is on the team is because his uncle is coach. His dad must be loaded with the amount of money he has to fork out to pay coach to keep twinkle toes as quarterback, let alone on the team.
Daniel walked a grin spreading on his lips, most clubs like this are usually illegal and gang related so entering them is risky and not that trustworthy. Daniel has a family and a business reputation to up hold so he can't afford the club to become associated with gangs and illegal activities unless it's far below the radar, like this club.
"Good fight out there kid" Daniel commented, patting my back a few times, making sure not to get to close to my chest as he didn't want to dirty his expensive suit. "Thanks old man" I replied with a smirk. Gathering my items, while listening to Daniel's chatter about the night and how it's going, falling into easy conversation with Hunter.
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"Isn't that nerd boy?" Hunter mentioned half way though me talking, my eyes glanced as the side of the road as I drove past, he had two children, who I assumed were his siblings walking beside him.
My curiosity spiked slightly noticing the large bruise on his cheek, which I know he didn't revive through school hours, he wasn't there yesterday (Thursday) and Wednesday James kept his distance after the lunch scene. Which only leaves home, which didn't sit well in my stomach.
"Nasty bruise he has there, did James do that?" Hunter asked with his body turned to look back at him through the window as we drove past. "No. That didn't come out of school" I muttered, my fingers gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.
I couldn't stand parents that hurt their children, it was one thing that I hated with a passion, my mother had been abused by her father and no one ever noticed. My mother and father have opened our home to abused kids that needed fostering since I could remember, I've grown up with kids and their stories.
Parking in our usual spot, cheerleaders almost flocked to us, in futile hope that they could get into my pants. Pathetic the lot of them. Hunter has a girl already, not that he tells anyone, since it's no ones damn business and I'm still deciding on what I find more attractive, boobs or dicks.
We both ignored them, hoping that one day they will get the picture that we aren't interested in what ever cheep, artificial crap they have to offer. It's been three years and they have yet to figure it out, they seem to only getting more annoying.
Walking into the doors, I became Moses and parted the sea of students. Walking down the hall to my locker, Hunter leaning on his, which was next to mine. "Here comes lord farquaad and his herd of sheep" Hunter commented, making me groan, praying to what ever is up there for him not to talk to me.
"What the fuck man? What was that the other day?" He growled out, trying and failing to sound intimidating. Turning I looked at him, with a raised eyebrow, "are you questioning me?" I asked taking a step towards him, making the whole group step back. Honestly Pathetic, all I would have to do is glare and they all would be running off with their balls sucked up their asses and tails between their legs.
"I don't know if you got the memo, but I do what ever the fuck I want." I growled out, watching James' tough facade crumble into the weakling he is. "You are just my bitch, if I tell you to sit, you'll fucking sit until I tell you otherwise" I growled threateningly, my hands gripping his jacket, bringing his punch worthy face closer to mine
"if I tell you to leave him alone. I expect that you won't fucking touch him, or you'll answer to me" I growled glaring at him, letting him go, turning back to my locker continuing with getting my day ready. I honestly don't why I added the last part, concerning the nerd kid who I've yet to learn the name of. I figured he had enough abuse outside of school, plus it's about time James stoped with his bullying antics.
I was surprisingly anxious for English. Gabriel as the teacher announced, was a little late but showed up. Tear stained cheeks, blood shot eyes, blank stare and that fucking bruise on his cheek. "You look like shit man" I commented, my eyes narrowing at that stupid bruise which has been on my mind the whole day.
"close your eyes or look away" he replied a thin coat of sarcasm covering his words, making me chuckle. "So you gonna tell me who gave you the bruise?" I ended up blurting out, I honestly surprise my self at how insensitive I can sound, but then again most kids that come into my home are usually quiet open with it and I don't want to give of the impression that I care to the noisy arsewipes around me.
He looked up at me with broken eyes, I wonder if it has anything to do with him being in the hospital Monday night. "I didn't peg you down for listening to other people's sob stories" he replied rolling his eyes before staring back at his fingers.
"Well the whole point of this English assessment if to write about each other's sob stories, I figured we'ed leave the best for last." I bit back, leaning on the desk, trying to figure this dude out. He lets him self get basically walked over by everyone, not a peep for a comeback or anything to stand up for him self yet all I've gotten is attitude and sarcasm.
"If I'm going to tell you about my pathetic life, I'm not doing it here. I don't need give plankton and his pickle-brained minions another reason to make my life hell." He replied after a longish silence.
"Fine, my house after school. We can pick up your siblings on the way."
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Author's comment:
25 . 03
It was this faithful day in 1999, that my father turned to the doctor and said "isn't that your job?" When he was offered to cut my unbiblical cord.
I also uploaded a chapter to the original sequel to this book 3 or 4 years ago on this day.
Was I fishing for compliments cause I was desperate for social validation? Definitely.
This year on my 19th, i shout my attention seeking self out on instagram and Twitter. 😅😇
I can't wait to see what next year brings lol!
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