Love At First Fight

Chapter Forty Two

Violet

"You're sure that you're ready for this?" I ask Trevor as he lazily does a few jumping jacks and stretches out in front of me. 

"You're really asking whether or not I'm ready to fight that little stick?" Trevor looks over at me with an amused look on his face. "A-Train is a complete joke. I could have never trained before and I'd still be able to beat this kid with my hands tied behind my back."

"Don't get cocky now," I shake my head at the boy. "He might not have a chance, but this is good practice. You need to get used to paying attention to the other fighter's movements and using them to your advantage."

"It's way too early for your wisdom oh great and wise one," he says tiredly. "Save it for another day."

"Fine," I roll my eyes at him. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

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All of the matches started almost immediately after Trevor and I made it to the arena. The set up was for everything was very basic and not necessarily put together very efficiently. Five different fights were going on at the same time and there weren't necessarily any reliable barriers surrounding the fights while they were happening, just a few dingy strings. However, all of the other fighters kept their distance behind the barriers even as they screamed their heads off at the various different matches. 

"Violet, I'm hungry."

I don't answer the whining teenage boy as he complains about his stomach issues. He, Angie, and I had all had an incredibly large breakfast that included pancakes, omelettes, and hashbrowns so I'm not exactly sure why he's even contemplating the thought of eating anymore than he already did. He's relentlessly been trying to convince me to buy him something else to eat because he's supposedly 'starving.' I tacked it all down to nerves and told him to stop bothering me about it. 

"Have you seen A-Train yet?" I ask Trevor as I scan over the large crowd of people. "Everyone should be here by now. You guys are supposed to be the next fight up."

"Not yet," he shakes his head. "Maybe he chickened out. Would it really be the most surprising thing if he actually did?"

I don't say anything to him again as I look over the crowd again to see that the fight is just finishing up. I can just barely see the two men struggling with each other on the ground, one with a clear upper hand as he digs his knee into the back of the other. 

I watch as the makeshift referee begins the countdown, all of the fighters yelling and screaming over him. Eventually the fight is over and the two men are pulled away from each other, one being engulfed by the crowd with cheers and claps on the back while the other is hoisted up and carried over to one of the medics. I didn't see the majority of the fight, however, it's easy to tell which one of them eventually came out on top. 

"You ready?" I jump slightly as Trevor comes up behind me and swings his big man arms around my shoulders. "It should be pretty quick, right? And then I just have to come back in a few days for my next fight."