3. AGREEMENT

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ALEX LOST HIS SHIT the second he saw Riley. He grabbed his collar and before I knew it, he was swinging at him, hitting him on the lip. Riley didn't see it coming, he was too shocked at the sight before him to fight. But even if he did, Alex was much built than Riley and taller, I knew that he wouldn't win.

          Alex was always like this—he had a hard time controlling his anger issues especially when it came to me. There was this time when we started dating and falling in love, we made a promise towards each other that he'll always have my back and I'll always have his. Even if our relationship ended in a shittiest way possible, he always cared for me and protected me and my secret.

          I loved Alex and I knew that he loved me too.

          So, I wasn't going to let himself dig a hole that he might not come back from. I grabbed his arm, catching him off guard, and using all my body to let Riley go. Alex stumbled back while Riley fell down on the ground, using his elbow to pull himself to sit.

          I knelt down, taking a good look at him—his lip was busted open, his eyes wide open in shock from what just happened. "Sorry," I mumbled, pulling out my handkerchief from my back pocket and handing it to him. "Alex is overprotective of me."

          "What the hell's going on, Sam?" He pressed the cloth to his lip, and winced. "You're Ice? The girl that Travis was supposed to fight tonight?"

          If I denied it, I wouldn't have any explanations as to why I was here, why I knew Alex, or why I was wearing what the girl who fought Knife was wearing. So, I nodded. "Yeah, I am. You've got to listen to me, Riley. I need you to promise me that this will stay between us, Riley. You don't understand the danger of people finding out that—"

          "Hey, Riley, are you here—Holy shit."

          When I gazed up, the same grey eyes that I saw that made me run away from the ring was staring right back at me now.

          Fuck.

          If I needed to get out this situation and make sure that every single bit of Travis's friends keep their mouth shut, I have to talk to him which was obviously going to be an absolute nightmare.

          He was already wearing a plain maroon shirt, hiding his tattoos but not his ripped muscles that were still popping. Somehow, I felt disappointed that he had already hidden his rock hard abs, and his tattoo that I wanted to take a good look at.

          What the hell was wrong with me?

          Turning around to face Alex, he was ready to beat the shit out of Travis too but I put my hand on his chest, forcing him to look at me. "Can you just take Riley somewhere and help him clean up his busted lip?"

          He stared at me with such intensity in his amber colored eyes. "You sure?"

          I nodded, not saying anything more and he just pressed his lips on my forehead before moving around me to hold out his hand towards Riley. He took it, and he led him out of the room, closing the door behind him but not before giving me a concerned look.

          Travis was just staring at me in silence, observing me. This time, there were no insults or his witty statements towards me. Instead, he was just standing in front of me, his eyes gawking at me from head to toe.

          "Listen," I took a step closer, crossing my arms which was a mistake. I had hit the right side of my ribs all of a sudden, causing me to wince and hiss for a second. I knew fair well that I had some bruising from getting thrown like a ragdoll by Knife but I wasn't about to let Travis know that. "I need you to keep this a secret between us."

          And just like that—the second I had said "us", he was already giving me a smug smile and laughing like an idiot.

          "Oh, this is rich!" He clapped, amused with what he had found. "I knew that your eyes looked and the way you moved when you socked that guy you fought was familiar. I also knew that when you threw a punch, your brother didn't teach you any of that shit. I like the guy and he's my friend but don't get me wrong, he can't throw a punch even if he wanted to."

          Ignoring the insult that he just said towards my brother, I glared at him. "Will you just fucking promise me that this won't get the hell out? Do you know how dangerous will it for me when people know who I am? The people who I fight with do not like it when they lose, how do you think they feel when they get beaten up by a girl?"

          People who have lost fights with me had threatened me countless of times about getting their revenge once they found out who I was. I don't really care what happens to me but these guys, I'm sure, will definitely go as far as hurting my family and I can't have that.

          With his smug look still on his face, he nodded. "Okay, I'll do it if you do one thing for me."

          At this point, if he wanted me to kiss his feet, I would. "Name it."

          "Be my girlfriend."

          Oh, okay, I thought it was going to be something hard—wait.

          My eyes widened like an owl's. "Have you lost your mind? Girlfriend? GIRLFRIEND?"

          His eyes narrowed. "Oh calm down," he rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm asking you to marry me. It's a fake relationship. I just need Christi to back the hell away from me and for my sister to keep checking up on me and talking about how I should really get a girlfriend. It's going to be only for four months that we'll have to act like a real couple. After that, we break up and never speak to each other again."

          Girlfriend—oh sorry, fake girlfriend. Am I the only one seeing the problem in this? Besides, what does he think this is, some kind of cliché movie wherein I say yes? Doesn't he know that those things never really work and they end badly?

          It isn't like you've got any choice. You say no, he releases your secret. You're dead.

          When I didn't say anything, he sighed in annoyance. "Anyone would be damn lucky to be my girlfriend, Sammy."

          Again with that stupid nickname.

          But it was true. Anyone at our school would be considered by everyone to be lucky if they're going to be together with The Travis Mason. He had a vibe of authority among his friends, he was the quarterback of the football team, and even if I was going to regret to say it, he was attractive. I couldn't deny it.

          "Then, why don't you pick some random girl if you're so fucking confident that some girl will be lucky to be with you?" I furrowed my brows. "They would be more willing to play the girlfriend part rather than me. You know, the one you used to call, Loser Sam?"

          He shrugged, chuckling humorlessly. "I don't want someone who's going to have a fit if I break up with them. You don't fucking like me, I don't fucking like you too so it'll be a quick and easy break up. Besides, tit for tat, Sammy. You do this for me, and I keep your secret down to my grave."

          Tit for tat. An eye for an eye. A favor for a favor.

          Oh God, I was going to regret this.

          "Fine. I'll be your girlfriend."

          He clapped, so full of himself. "Great. Just so you know, I already told everyone that this will be a rematch because apparently, you didn't look too good and I'm pretty sure I was right because the way you aren't moving right now, tells me you got hurt bad."

          My brows furrowed. "What? No, I wasn't."

          Even if I had a bruised cheek, a busted lip, and a bruised ribs, I wasn't going to forfeit any chance I could get into earning more money than I earn initially doing these type of things. This was for my mother, so backing out on a fight wasn't an option.

          He took a step closer, poking a finger on to my bruised side. I hissed, pushing myself away from him. "Fuck, fine. I'm hurt. Will you just fucking get out of my face? I already agreed to your condition, didn't I?"

          With a smirk, he winked at me. "See you tomorrow, girlfriend."

          What had I gotten myself into?


Alex decided to drive me home, so that I could ice my bruises on my side and on my cheek and my lip. The whole ride was silent and we were listening to some of his rock music until we got home and he turned off the radio and faced me.

          "Tell me what you did to keep them to shut up," he said, taking the ice bag from my face to do it himself while I continued placing the other ice bag on my sides. "You got to talk to me if I'm going to help you, Sam."

          I shook my head. He was definitely going to lose his shit if I tell him this. "Don't worry about it, Alex. I'm good. It's a simple thing he wants me to do and then, he'll keep my secret. Did you apologize to Riley?"

          He shook his head. "Fuck, no. That little shit wasn't supposed to be wandering around in the first place. I did explain why you needed to keep the secret and why I punched him."

          "So, that's like an apology, Alex," I couldn't help but smile. Alex wasn't a big fan of apologies. If he wanted to apologize, he'll start reasoning out why he did those things. "Thank you, for not losing your shit and pummeling him."

          He chuckled, a deep hearty throat laugh that made me squirm in my seat a little. "It's you, Sam. If you asked me to do something, I'll gladly do it but for the most part, you did rip me off of him and I almost fell."

          "Sorry," I couldn't help but tilt my head, giving him a small smile.

          "Nah, don't worry about it," He grinned. Then, he threw me the bag back. "Okay, you should probably go inside and get some sleep if you could. If you need anything—"

          "—I'm calling ghostbusters," I joked and he gave me a blank look. "Alright! I'm calling you. Jeez, I just wanted to sing 'Who you gunna call? Ghostbusters.' You suck."

          "Will you just get out of my car?" He slapped me on the arm playfully.

          Laughing, I pushed open the door, walking to my house. When I safely got inside, I heard him start his engine back up and finally drive away.

          I looked up at the clock displayed on top of the television. It was four in the morning. That of meant that I only had two hours to sleep before waking up to cook breakfast and get ready for school.

          As I walked up stairs, my phone buzzed which meant that there was a text. I got inside my room first, careful not to slam my door so I wouldn't wake anyone up, and placed the ice bags on my table before pulling out my phone to see that there were three texts all coming from an unknown number.

          Don't go to school tomorrow. We still got to figure some things out so I'll pick you up in the afternoon.

          It's Travis, by the way. Don't even ask how I got your number.

          Also, ice your bruises... Ice.

          Before I could respond an angry message, there were soft knocks on my door before being opened. It was Sean. He was wearing his glasses and his hair was down, reaching his eyes. His brows furrowed at me. "Why are you late?"

          Giving a smile, I sat down on my bed. "About that. Listen, you and I need to talk."

          So, I explained the whole thing and he was incredibly pissed when I finished.

          "I'm going to kill him," he snapped, standing up. "No, you're not going to be one of his accomplishments. Who the fuck does he think he is?"

          "Sean, don't," I shook my head. "Listen, it's just for four months. It's not like I'm suddenly going to fall in love with him and be obsessed with him. This is fake. It's not real. I got to do this if he promises to keep the fact that I'm an underground fighter a secret. Tomorrow, I won't be going to school since we got to make sure that we have our story straight if we're going to make it believable."

          "Are you sure you're okay with this?" His eyes were soft and full of concern.

          I nodded, not saying anything.

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this was an absolutely headache to write. my work didn't save so i had to rewrite this chapter again but i guess this came out better than it should.

this is finally the start of things! what do u think so far with Sam and Travis? Or Sam and Alex? i mean, obviously, there's still a connection there! or maybe i'm imagining things, who knows, right?

- Bella O'Brien

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