We both continue to throw up, sick from the ice cream. Once we are done losing all liquid or food in our bodies we chug a bottle of water. We sit at the table and are all slouching just wanting to fall asleep.

"Here's the thing, I look down the line as I am finishing my third, Beth gets a whole new set in front of her."

"How do you hold that much?"

"It's a gift."

"What now?"

"I got to get home and do homework."

"I got a better idea, we go to the park and do homework."

"I can't. With everything going on my dad would freak if he found out I was here right now."

"Your parents are strict."

"Not always."

"The other night at the fight club? You missed it. Tori won her hundredth fight." Gray continues.

"She's hot," Mason says taking a drink of his water.

I can't react, I can't react, I can't react. What am I supposed to say?!?! Was there ever made a response to that?!?! He doesn't know it's me! He just called me hot to my face! 

"What does she look like?" I say finally finding the words and elbowing him as if trying to mess with him.

"Don't know, she covers her entire face except for her mouth." A says looking at all of us

"There for she has a hot mouth," Mason says it as if it was obvious.

PFFFFFFF!!!!! What kind of conversation have I gotten myself into?!?! Can't react. Can't react. Can't react. Phew...Breathe...Breathe...Don't react, just phew. *Momentarily has internal dread*

"So let me get this straight. You have a crush on a street fighter, who knows how old, who covers her entire head?"

"Yep." He nods his head.

"She isn't stuck up like most girls," Gray says speaking out.

"So you got to talk to her?"

"Talk to her. She's mute. So she wrote on a board instead of talking."

"Mason has a point though." A says smirking.

"Wait, wait, wait, do you all have a crush on her or something?"

"Nope," Gray says taking a drink of water.

"Liar," L.J. says elbowing him hard in the arm.

*Mentally inhales deeply* They can not know I'm her. How am I supposed to function knowing this information?!

"So is it just a battle between all of you of who will ask her out first?"

"That's the plan."

"Oh, my gosh you guys are worse then girls at drama," I say crossing my arms over the table.

"Any advice?"

"Look at it this way, you are asking a girl nerd for dating advice on a street fighter who you know almost nothing about. I think you got this handled."

They give me glares that tell me I should probably start acting seriously.

"Alright. Don't just ask her out from thin air. Get to know her, probably convince her to show her face first. Become friends with her, hang out and then ask her out. Don't do anything grand when you ask her out because if she wants to say 'no' it will feel like being pressured to say yes. If she does say yes to a date that does not mean she is your girlfriend. Don't try to kiss her. I'm guessing she will punch you. Hard. That's all I got."

"So get her to show her face?" A says with a sly eyebrow.

I added that because I will never show them my face.

"That would be the first step, yeah."

"You talk to her for us?" A adds.

"Get her phone number I'll see what I can do as a favor for today."

"Yesss!" Mason says leaning back.

What have I done?!?!?!

"We should go now because once they start to clean up our mess, this place is gonna stink."

We all look at each other and quickly split the bill and get out swiftly. We stand outside by all the cars.

"So if we need to drop you off your gonna need to tell us where your house is."

I tell them my street and address and we head out. They all follow A to my house since I am in his car. They pull up in front of my house. 

"This is it."

"Alright. See ya later."

"Bye." I jump out and close the door behind me. I wave bye as I walk away and to my front door.

 I quickly unlock it as they are all still there. I head inside and only when the door closes can I hear them drive off. I put my crutches to the side and get ready to go to the signing event. I grab some wraps and wrap my ankle. I then grab some black wraps and decorate my crutches to look different. I then get an idea to make the difference between us more, noticeable. I had gotten this brown hairspray. I cover my hair it making it turn from my natural blonde to a dark brown. I think I am gonna change things up a bit. I grab a mask I wore a few Halloween's ago that is a butcher mask with blacked out eyes. I get on a pair of sweatpants to hide my long cast and put on a pair of light tennis shoes. I slide my back hoodie on and use it to cover my face like normal. then I realize I need an extra phone. 

Don't ask how but I was able to get a flip phone and connect it. Again I say, don't ask how. I head out and begin my walk to be there early with my wrap covered crutches.

I sneak in the back and lock the doors. I take off my hood and hoodie wrapping it around my waist revealing my bare arms and reveal my brown hair that I also sprayed to be in curls. I pull a marker from my pocket and put the butcher mask on. A knock on the door comes.

"Tori, saw you walk in. You ready?"

I take a deep breath and head over to the door and open it.

"So-"

He stops mid-sentence and looks at me on crutches.

"It's a nice look. You should wear your hood off more often."

I nod my head past him and he steps out and I follow him to a table with a chair and whiteboard sitting on it with a marker. I walk over and sit in the chair and lay my crutches on the side. I write something down.

"Thanks for this."

"No problem. A buck per signature."

He sets down a box with '1$ per signature' written on it.

I show a thumbs up and he walks away. I pull out my flip phone and make sure its set up. I don't want them to have this phone number but they might be able to steal it so I want to be prepared for it. I slip it back into my pocket and more people begin to show up. I soon have a short line and quickly sign wraps, shoes, and paper. The line disappears and I pick at my hands. I quickly hear a loud noise behind me and hands grab my arms. I jump and inhale deeply as I stand up going to throw a punch.

"Whoa, easy! Friend, not foe!" I hear Mason say as he blocks his face.

I sigh and cross my arms.

He unblocks his face and smiles me.

"You should have seen your reaction! Priceless!"

I punch him in the arm not so careful of hurting him or not.

"Ow!"

I hear footsteps ahead of me and turn around to the table seeing the rest of the guys show up. 

"How did you run that fast?!" A says breathlessly.

They quickly go silent as they study me.

"No hoodie?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"It's a good look on you," Gray says smiling at me.

"Gonna finally reveal your face?"

I shake my head 'no'.

"Gonna ever reveal your face?"

I write on the board. 'Nope'.

"Not even us?"

Especially not you guys.

I shake my head 'no'.

"You ever gonna be able to talk?"

I decide to write on the board this time. I'll give them something. I write something down and face it to them. On it says 'Yeah, eventually. I am mute by choice.'

"So we could get you talk eventually?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Say nothing if your gonna take off the mask."

I grab the mask when I see L.J isn't in front of me. I feel the string pull off my head and my hand is holding it there. I put the string back on my head and sigh writing on the board. 'Nice try.' I then erase it and write something else. 'Whats with the questions?'

"Just curious."

This is a team effort of getting a date. 

"One more question?" Gray asks.

I write something on my board. 'Only if I get to ask you guys questions after.'

"Deal. What school do you go to?"

I erase the board and write down my school not thinking or realizing they go to the same school.

"Wait, Lincon Eagles?"

Oh, shoot. No backing out of that. I nod my head yes.

"So you know of us?"

I nod my head.

"Are you hiding your identity because of us?"

I take the board and write. 'My turn. Why are you guys so interested? You don't even know what I really look like.'

"Curiosity. Can you just answer our last question?"

I sigh and lean back grabbing the board and marker. I finish writing and set it down. On it says. 

'I hide my identity so no one thinks of me differently if they recognize me.'

"That's your only reason?"

'Pretty much.'

"Do we know you personally?"

I grab the board and write. 'Not answering that.'

"How did you sprain your ankle?"

'Training.' 

They smile at me. Oh no. Trever holds up my flip phone and waves it in front of me. I check my pockets trying to make sure it really is my phone. It is. I hold out my hand for them to give me back my phone. I get a high five instead. I throw my hands in the air. 

"Gonna say something?"

I shake my head 'no'. They open the phone. They are gonna find out who I really am if they go deep enough. I adjust my voice to make it raspy and quiet. I hold out my hand and give them that stance of, 'don't mess with me. They quickly look at me and hand me back my phone. I write on the board. 'I really got to go, see you guys tomorrow?'

"Sure."

I stand up and put my hoodie on putting my phone and marker in the pocket. I put my hood on, covering my hair. I grab my crutches and walk back to the locker room locking the door behind me.

I walk on my crutches away from the door and go to the sink. I wash out the hair colored spray and put my blonde, wet, messy hair in a bun. I take off my mask and take a breath. These guys are getting to me. I put my hood over my head and a knock at the door comes.

"Hey, Tori you want your share?" Liam asks.

I run over to the door and open it. 

"Made a lot today actually."

He hands me a few hundred dollar bills. Shock covers my face and I smile at the money. This will definitely help my dad. 

I say goodbye and head home.

As I show up in the neighborhood I see a blue Lamborgini in our driveway. I'm not sure if you know this but that is an expensive car. What has dad done? I rush up and barge in the door. I see my dad sitting on the couch with a few beers on the table and one in his hand. He is flipping through the channels.

"Dad?"

"Where were you?! It's nine PM!"

His speech is slurred as he turns to look at me. I continue to walk over to him and I see a woman sitting next to him. She is dressed in a short dress with heels and long brown hair. She is cuddled next to him.

"Lay off the poor girl. I was a lot like her when I was her age. Staying out a little late. Got to give her some freedom right?"

"Dad, what is going on?"

"We got money from insurance on your mother's death. This is Jenny."

She leans over kissing him in front of me.

"What are you talking about?"

"We got lots of money now."

"Dad-"

"Your name is Beth right?"

"Yeah," I say it with a bit of poison on my words.

"How old are you?"

"I don't know you," I say it crossing my arms.

"She's fifteen. Beth, show some respect."

I sigh looking at all the beer bottles that lay scattered about. I begin to pick them up between each one of my fingers and go throw away all twelve beer bottles. I take it outside and throw it in the main garbage because it was so full and some of them were cracked and broken. I head back in from the cool night air and rub my goose bump covered arms. I close the door behind me and go to the kitchen. I grab a beer and dump it down the sink, filling it with water instead.

"Beth! Grab me and Jenny another beer!"

I empty more bottles, filling them with water instead.

"Alright, just washing my hands real quick."

I quickly grab a lemon from the fridge and squeeze a little into the water to make it seem less like water. I throw away the lemon as I carry the beers over to them.

"Thanks, sweetie," Jenny says as I hand her the beer.

I smile at her. Hopefully, they are too drunk to realize it's water. Apparently so because they continue to drink it. I clean up the bottle caps and grab a blanket, laying it next to my dad along with a trash can for when they begin to throw up. They watch multiple t.v. shows as I clean up the mess they have left behind. He used to be like this when my mom had to work double shifts. Except he didn't bring a woman from a strip club home and he never drank this many beers.

As I continue to clean up I walk over to the trash can but I look over as see a beer bottle flying at my face. I quickly duck down and let out a scream as I cover my head and the half full, actual beer bottle shatter on the wall behind me. The beer rains down me and down the wall along with pieces of shattered glass. It cuts my arms from protecting my head.

"This is all your fault!"