Fight to the Death

I scoffed as Nich drove his car up a long lane until a huge ass building came into view. Brighton Academy. Is he serious? He's gonna try to send me to some rich, snobby, prep school? I took in the old architecture and the stone features and a shiver involuntarily went down my spine. This is like one of those places that Ghost Hunter would go too... not that ghosts are real but you get the point. It was creepy nonetheless. Like Count Dracula's lair or something.

“So how the fuck do plan on getting me in here” I motioned to the building “if public schools wouldn't even let me in? Huh.” I said in a bitchy tone.

“You listen to me Valencia.” Nich turned to face me just as the car stopped suddenly. He hit the brakes with a squeal and my body flying forwards. “I don't want you to go through what I had to. You're 16 and you have a whole life in front of you. Don't throw it away by trying to be all tough. I know you better than you think I do, and right now... You're going to end up like I did. 18, hooked on drugs, smoking, drinking, having no job, no home, nothing. I don't want you to even have the possibility of dying on the streets. Now get out of the car!” I stared at him, surprised as he lectured me on all of this, for the first time I realized I didn't want to end up like he did before he went to rehab. I don't want to die like that. Not that I would, you never know though. I want to die doing something I love, even if it kills me. Drugs and alcohol were just substances, too much and your body shuts down. I didn't love either of them. Hell, I've never tried drugs of my own free will before. Fighting is what I lived for, nothing else.

I followed Nich into the cold building, noticing that it was a completely separate building from the rest. It was furnished fancily making my first thoughts “preppy hell.” I honestly, am the very last person on the earth who would be considered 'preppy' though, I didn't like labels. Yes I'm a hypocrite for using preppy but I don't care.

“Hello how may I help you?” I heard a man say from somewhere as we sat in the waiting room. I glanced over my shoulder to see a man in a black suit and red tie. His face, was what scared me. I looked up to his face and it smirked into a sadistic looking grin, it made me flinch a little.
“I would like to see about enrolling my sister here, My names Nichcoli Blaire...” They shook hands. “this is Valencia.” He motioned to me.

“Pleasure to meet you both, my name is Director Kane. You may follow me, we can talk privately in my office.” Rolling my eyes, I followed behind Nich. We both followed the director guy down the long hallway until he stopped at the last door on the left. This alone made me think of the movie 'Last House on the Left.' Ah, strangely weird, creepy movie... and really gross. We sat down on the chairs in front of his desk as he sat down as well. Nich then handed him my transcripts. He flipped open the manilla folder and began scanning over the contents briefly, looking up at me as he apparently saw something “interesting” written inside. I don't have the best history needless to say. But you've figured that out by now, I'm sure.

“So...” he said flipping back a page and setting the folder on his desk. “It says here that you have a police record and an embarrassing school record as well. Any truth to this?” I shrugged. “Well I would like to know Miss. Blaire.” I stared at him like he was insane. “It says you've been expelled from 4 public schools for fighting... Suspended numerous times for the same thing... Bringing weapons into school property... Arrested for possession and dealing multiple illegal substances and carrying illegal weaponry around in public... Once again I'll ask. Is there any truth to this before I go on?” I sighed.

“Everything but the possession and dealing's right.” I mumbled scared of the guys tone of voice.

“Really?” Nich said sarcastically, looking straight at me. “Then why'd you get charged with it huh?” He snapped.

“It was just this guy... We were at a party, he was a dealer and when the cops came he slipped it into my backpack without me knowing... It was enough for them to think I was dealing it when I wasn't.” (Sure, the party was a lie, I cant just say 'well, I was at an illegal underground fight club, fighting and this guy slipped it into my book bag when we got raided' now can I?!) “It wasn't mine.” I hate that guy, his name's Grunge he's a fighter too and apparently a dealer. I didn't know that. We were fighting in the ring when the police raided the place. He must have slipped them in then, when we were all rushing to get out.

I never forgave him, because of him I was also filed with assault and fighting charges as I attempted to get away. The police chased me down and made me wreak my car in the process...I almost got sent to Jail. And no it wouldn't be Juvie, I would have been tried as an adult if Ale hadn't turned Grunge in...after that he disappeared and no one has heard from him since. So because Grunge disappeared, the charges stayed on my record even though I wasn't tried or held responsible in that situation. They had to put them on someone, have some explanation for the drugs... I was the unlucky person who got the short end of the stick.

“Do you know what kind of school this is Valencia?” The director guy asked after we discussed every aspect of my 'record.' I stayed quiet, I didn't want to get yelled at again by either of them...which they had been doing back and forth, talking turns the whole time after I told them I didn't ever do nor deal drugs. Oh, and they don't believe me by the way... Instead, director man thinks I'm a compulsive liar. Fuck him!

“This is a school for juvenile delinquents...” He trailed off watching me. I wanted to snap right then and there and go insane on Nich for bringing me here but I didn't because I knew that the Director wanted to get under my skin. He had...but I refused to show it. So I kept a straight face and tried to keep from clenching my hands into fists, ultimately from punching the guy with his sadistic looks. Either of these actions would show I caved into his sick demented thinking, making me angry enough to commit me here that minute... or send me away to an insane asylum. Although, I wasn't entirely sure yet of his motives yet. He was surprisingly difficult to read, unlike so many others. I was dead set on figuring him out, the sooner the better. The rest of the meeting made me rethink my not punching him thing, he really knows how to get under my skin. My God.

“I'll see you in two days.” The director said cheerily as we left his office and went out the front doors to his car. Me sulking slowly behind.

Let me recap quickly. I was going to be staying weekdays at “Brighton Academy” (gag), in a dorm with others. If I behaved I may have the opportunity to “go home” on the weekends (Saturday morning and come back Sunday afternoon) however if I was “bad” I would stay the weekend in the hell house. There were no electronics allowed unless you were in common hour... thus case if you are “good” that week, you may use anything stored in your locker. This locker, only the teacher could access in a locked up room. I couldn't wear earrings and/or other body piercings, this annoyed the hell out of me. All that was gonna happen is that over time, and no wear, the holes will close up and then it'd hurt to put them back in... if I even could. Oh and the rooms were co-ed depending on which “level” you were at. Nich didn't appreciate this, but the Director convinced him that nothing would happen. I rolled my eyes.

Basically there were 12 different dorms, each was a level. The closer you got to 1 the closer you got to freedom. You started out in a dorm depending on how screwed up you were and hoped you don't get bumped down to 12 by doing something “bad.” I have no clue how you move higher though like I said, if you do something to piss them off you're moving down. Guess I'll never gonna make it to 1, though I thought about being a complete little angel the whole time... It could work. It will be hard but it could happen. I'm still not sure what I should do once I get stuck in this hell hole.

I refused to talk to Nich and all I could think about was how to spend my last hours of freedom... It was a given that I would fight. I was pissed beyond words and needed to get that out of my system quickly. But I also had to wait until I found out the time and place. Not knowing bugged me. I hated anticipation, though it was the only thing keeping me from going ballistic in Nich's apartment and trashing it. He would hate me so much and yet it would be really really fun to do...

My phone rang a plain ring tone. It hardly ever does that since the only people who call, are people I know and have specific ringtones for. I was a little reluctant to answer. I ended up grabbing it and looking at the caller id though, I rolled my eyes when it said 'Jinxy <3.' One, why didn't I erase it, Two whats with the '<3', and three, whatever happened to the 'I'll only text you with the time and place?' He was calling me!

“What do you want?” I answered annoyed.

“Ohhhh kaaaaay you don't have to be so mean, I was just making sure you were alright.” I glanced at the clock. It was 4:30pm he must have just gotten home or something, figures.

“I'm fine.” I said with no emotion whatsoever.

“Really? Cause that guy seemed to be pretty pissed when you left. He didn't hurt you did he?” His concern annoyed me further. Just leave me alone?

“I said I was fine, Jinx.” I only had a huge bruise on my arm from Nich's grip, it wasn't bad. I've had much, much...like 1000x worse.

“Alright if you say so. I'll see you tonight then? I'll text you the time and place in a minute okay?”

“Kay.”

“Bye babe.” I hung up without another word, waiting for the text. About a minute later it came through.

'1958 Smith Street Downtown @ Dell's 11 pm.'

I smiled, only 6 hours until I can leave. I went searching through the kitchen then for something to make for dinner. At least if I cooked I could waste an hour or two.

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-Matt's POV-
I smiled as I saw some punk punch another kid. I went right over to him without a word and ripped him off of the floor where he continued punching repeatedly. I ignored his complaints and punched him once in the jaw just to get him to shut up. He did, which made me feel a weird sense of contentment and accomplishment. I then drug him to the cell, the waiting, white padded cell. This punk wasn't going to get off easily if I had any say in the matter. I shoved him in the cell and locked the 5 bolt locks on the outside before walking to the Directors office. I looked at the clock overhead in the furnished main building. It was 5 o'clock exactly. I knocked once... waited a moment, then opened the door. Can't wait to tell him all about what happened and see what the punishment will be. I smiled a little as a vibration in my pocket caught my attention.

I took my phone out from my pocket. '1958 Smith Street Downtown @ Dell's 11 pm.' I smirked, wanting to know if that girl would show up tonight.

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-Blaire's POV-
After making some stir fry stuff I was bored out of my mind and not even hungry. I looked at the clock again...

6:30pm. Dammit. Why is time going so fucking slow? I put a portion of the steaming bowl in the microwave in an attempt to keep it warm. Then I put the rest into a bowl and in the fridge. I finished by writing on a bright green post-it-note, sticking it on the microwave telling Nich food was in there for him.

6:37pm... Groaning because of the insanely slow moving time, I went to get a long shower. I hoped this would pass a bunch of time, getting ready only to look like shit when I got home. Oh joy.