Walking out the uninformative geography class, I couldn't help but notice all the girls whispering and gawking at me.
Is it because of the wet black shirt clinging to my body? I knew I shouldn't have given her my white shirt! Why on earth did I even do it? Why did I go and wash my black shirt so I could put that back on? Maybe because I despise the colour white since it draws attention. Yes that's why ...or maybe because I didn't want her to have the attention she oh so desperately seeks. Whatever! That woman just irks me out of my skin.
I was suddenly snapped out of thoughts when two girls clung on to my arms on either side. What the fuck.
"Xavier right? I heard you're looking for a girlfriend. What do you think of me handsome?" the red head muttered in what she considers a seductive tone but sounds like screech on a loop.
"No don't pick her! I'm easy and clingy just like you prefer", the brunette fucking purred.
The fuck is this shit.
I tried shaking them off but they stuck to me like glue, damn they have good grip. If two wasn't enough trouble now a whole ass group of eight had cornered me.
"I'm good in bed!"
"I can suck you off hard, just the way you like"
"I don't mind piercings, so your nipples won't be an issue"
"Pick me. I'll be the perfect girlfriend"
All around girls started behaving like horny cats in heat around me. What the fuck is happening?
"I don't want a girlfriend! Get away from me", I tried pushing through the girls but they kept circling me and rubbing against me like I'm fucking catnip
"OMG his voice just gave me an orgasm", sighed the red head while more and more girls surrounded me.
What hell am I in and what the fuck was in these girls' drinks?
My questions were answered when I heard a laugh to my right, my eyes met that of the witch's.
One look at her smug face and I can tell she's the one behind this. My anger skyrocketed at seeing her wink at me, the audacity of hers to mock me while in my shirt! Man I wish I could just punch a bitch for the first time in life.
All these girls shouting from around me had my hair standing upright with cringe. This is enough!
"ENOUGH!" I yelled, effectively silencing everyone within a mile radius.
"If one more person lay a hand on me, I will not hesitate to rip it off them, girl or not." My anger radiated off me in waves and made the girls realize I was in no way joking.
"Now fuck off. All of you!" The girls immediately scattered and left me alone.
It was now just me and... What on earth is even her name?
As if sensing my question she outstretched her hand towards me.
"Natalie White, proclaiming war", she smirked smugly at me.
"Xavier Russo, ain't giving a shit", ignoring her handshake I walked away from the root of evil.
I have way more important shit than fighting with some spoilt white girl, like...fighting with a spoilt white boy. And that's where I'm headed right now.
Taking the bus to Mr. Grey's old run down gym and my home, I changed into my track shorts and removed my shirt. After wrapping my hands in the bandages I put on my black boxing gloves to get in some practice before the match tonight. The money from winning this tournament would enable me to finally pay for it.
It's my first fight here tonight, shouldn't be hard than the Italian scums I've defeated. Winning tonight's fight is my first step in entering the championship tournament. All this is for her.
Old man Grey locked up the gym and took me to the underground fighting ring in his run down car. We went in through the side entrance and signed up.
"You throw the first punch and always keep your focus centered on your opponent. No distractions! Got it?" Mr. Grey, my coach and sponsor instructed me.
After putting on my black cloak and gloves, I stood behind a rotting door for them to announce my name.
"Ladies and Gentleman tonight we have two rookie fighters gracing the beloved Towley Ring, both with iron hopes in making it through the first round of the Championship Tournament. So without further ado let me introduce you our first fighter of the night. Let's all welcome last year's runner up, the 21 year old Bradley Cooper AKA The Smasher!" The crowd broke in cheers for the white boy who spend money on his opponents to lose.
"And challenging him we have a new arrival in town, all the way from Roma! The 19 year old prodigy Xavier Russo with the reputation and nickname of The Black Eye!"
I walked out the door with a blank face, my eyes sizing up the white boy in the ring, Coach Grey keeping up behind me in swift steps. I climbed onto the ring and removed the hoodie of my cloak, erupting cheers and screams from all the girls in the audience.
The referee went through with the very limited rules in the illegal Towley boxing ring. Think the only rule he mentioned was 'You can't kill'
After his yapping, my opponent and I bumped gloves before taking our places in the opposite side of the ring.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the fight. I moved towards The Smasher while his cowardly self backpedaled.
"Be first!" Coach Grey instructed in the background to throw the first punch
I quickly dashed forward and threw him a bolo punch before faking a right and landing another punch on the same spot. This distracted him as he didn't see it coming, using that to my advantage I landed a blow on his face.
He swirled right and brought up his fists for a cover up, but that was an amateur move as his abdomen area was now unguarded, taking my opportunity I high kicked him in his right side making him grunt in pain.
Blow by blow I threw uppercuts and hooks in his direction, I could feel my knuckles splitting on impact inside the gloves but the adrenaline overrode the pain.
He dodged one of my attacks and landed a blow on my nose which had me staggering backwards as I held up my bleeding nose.
I exaggerated the pain of the punch on me so that he would let his defenses down to take advantage of me in my moment weakness. Taking the bait he advanced towards in which I threw him a combination of continuous punches that had him grunting and backpedaling in pain.
The first round would be over in five minutes and so I need to get him knocked out before the bell. I reared in all my energy and taking in his lightly dizzy state from all the punches, landed a final power blow on his face which knocked the wind out of him.
The Smasher was now smashed down on the canvas of the ring while the referee counted to 10.
Loud cheer and claps resounded in the dingy basement as the referee announced me the winner, while the The Smasher sporting a black eye was wheeled out of the ring.
"We witnessed firsthand the power of The Black Eye! Let's keep rooting for this young prodigy to survive in this brutal battle of wills and progress to the championship finale! We'll see him again in the second bout next week! For now give it up for Xavier Russo!"
I threw the hoodie back on and spat out the blood in my mouth before walking out to collect my cash prize.