❝ 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚢,
𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢.❞

"Fo, Forwa, Forward," I said slowly trying to test my new discovery.
"Ba-ck, back," I said again. My lips moved forward when I said forward and back when I said back.

Holy Thesaurus, it works.

"You've been in there for an hour and a half. You'll form wrinkles and your skin folds making you look like the cat lady you are. Get out before, uh, you will sleep" Zander shouted from the other side of the door.

"Lame," I said in a sing-song voice. Growing up I always had a fear of slipping in bathtubs. I always made sure to grip the bathtub tightly when raising myself.

Suddenly, the lights went off, "Zander!"I shouted as I heard him cackling right outside the door.

"Mum!"I shouted loud enough for her to hear. Zander quickly switched on the lights and ran away, his footsteps thumping against the floor.

Exiting the bathroom, I dressed in a loose bear printed pyjamas set.

"Hey Zander, Guess what I just realised?"

His eyes met mine and he quickly morphed his face expression into a bored one.
"What?" he said resuming to swiping away at his phone.
"When you say forward, you like move your lips forward and when you say back you bring your lips back, "I said with a triumphant tone.

Harvard should accept me when I apply.

"Umm no," he replied lifting himself off the bed. He bared his teeth and without moving his lips he said, "Hor-wor."

I slammed my fist into the air,  "Ho- What? Forward not Howard, dumb-shit."

I was in a semi squatting position with my fist hanging in the air when the lock sound resonated from his phone.

"Get dressed, preferably a black outfit," he said fixing his hair by combing it with his fingers.

"We are going to sneak out," he said turning around with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

This wasn't new to us, he did that pretty much all the time and I had to accompany him just so that he wouldn't get bored and the fact that it wouldn't be him alone who would have to face my mom there wrath.

Undeserving privileged Magikarp!

We never sneaked out at nights before except in 9th grade when he and his friends had decided to go skinny dipping. It was worse that there was a guy that I previously liked, in my brothers' gang and after that night I avoided him like the plague.

That horrific memory is for another day, but needless to say, we were the hot topic in our town for a week, with trending searches being
'Skinny-dip in public pool'.

The worst part of it was that I returned home with my brothers' shirt covering me mid-length and him with only trousers.

To say the least, mum was furious at us. Again.

"We've to go. Right now. Ha- Mum will not even let us put our toes outside the house," I said sarcastically.

"That's why go on and put on a black outfit. When we sneak out in the dark, we will be invincible," he stated as if he's stating facts.

"I think you mean invisible. No wonder why you are failing in English. It's not only maths that's going to help you. And Zander, there are street lights outside and let me ask you how are we going to get- wait," I said as I ran to the large window in our room. There was a ladder resting against it.

My eyes widened in realisation as he muttered, "Forgot to tell, even dad's coming with us. He found out when I was struggling to adjust the ladder with my broken hand. But you know he seemed very proud when I told him the plan. Like, I didn't expect that reaction from him but anyways he said and I quote
'I want to relive my twenties again'. So let's go," he whined dragging the o making it sound like a musical.

His face was scrunched and he tilted his head back, bouncing on his legs as he continued to say please while swinging my hand.

"Okay stop. An all-black outfit it is."

I couldn't help but wonder about Augustus when I was switching my clothes. How could he do that to me? I switched on my phone, to see another new notification. It was from the same number that said 'I hope you are well'.

I hadn't replied to that number, I just seen-zoned the message. Selecting the open option, I waited as the message 'Hey, I know it's creepy but I'm Felix," and the puppy gif to load.

It was a beagle with puppy eyes. I couldn't help but gush over that cutie before thinking, 'Who the heck would reveal their name in such a creepy way knowing it is creepy'

Apparently, our dear Felix right here.

I responded back with, "Drink a bottle of Liquid Luck and come back." before blocking the number.

"Is it all set?" my dad asked with a hushed voice. "Where's Chipmunk?"

"Right here," I shouted lowering Zander black sweatshirt over my head. Zander's clothes are always loose and comfy and give me a lot of room to move around. I wore black shorts with his sweatshirt on top. I sat down on the bed and started tying my shoelaces when my father ushered me to remove them.

He pointed downwards and whispered, "We are going to record us talking and then we'll play it here, so she thinks we are"

"Dad, mum isn't stupid. She'll know if we keep repeating the same thing," I reprimanded stating the obvious.

"That's why we are setting it at a volume where to your mother they will be audible but not much."

"Okie, Einstein!" I said lifting my hands up in defeat.

My dad started fake lecturing us and we walked around occasionally. He yelled at us to stop walking but continued to scold how we have a knack for getting into trouble all while making funny faces.

We set up the whole thing and escaped from the window, slowly lowering ourselves. My palms sweat profusely thinking if mum can hear Zanders constant groans of pain while coming down.

We began to drive off to the 'secret' destination, with Dad driving and Zander in shotgun. I prefer the back seats over the shotgun when it's me alone back there.

With another person in the back, I like my shotgun, thank you very much.

We entered a dingy looking alley, with flickering light bulbs. People standing nearby on the sidewalk, smoking cigarettes or casually taking a sip out of their alcohol bottles turned to look at us in speculation.

We parked in front of a shack-like building illuminated with bright neon lights.
Coral costa

"Zandy, are you sure you're in the right place?"I asked as I put on my hood and clutched my fathers hand after exiting.

"No worries, Sis," he said with quite the enthusiasm contrasting my father and I's suspicions.

"It's okay," my father said pulling me closer and putting his hand on my shoulder, encircling me in a protective stance.

There were two humongous guys, standing near the entrance to the club. Zander walked up to one of them and showed something on his phone. The other guard watched us with great scrutiny while the other nodded at us opening the door.

They were both bald people dressed in black suits, evincing the cliche present. It bothered and put me off that they didn't have black shades to go with the usual movie scenes.

Passing by them, I couldn't help but shiver involuntarily as I passed from the scrutiny-guy.

I thought it was a bar, I thought I could try alcohol knowing that I'd be back home safe but we had to move far from the bar and deeper into the shack.

The polished wooden floorboards ended to termites invested wooden steps that creaked with every step that we took. It was a fascination that this could hold seven people walking on it, at once. 

Faint chants were heard from a room concealed in the shadows. It was entirely packed with people and upon entering, my brother muttered something to a guy dressed in a fancy, crisp black suit.

His hair was slicked back and I made eye contact.
God! I love eye contacts with hot people.

He winked at me with a playful grin, all while my father was standing right beside. I blushed furiously, letting my hair shield my face to try to keep the obvious flustered look on my face hidden.

We were being escorted by Mr.Handsome to the heart of the room, where a ring was present.

All of this for an underground illegal match?

I think I have to have a little chat with my brother, redefining his version of fun.

"Zanderius, I'm so grateful to have you, son," my father said patting my brothers back in a sarcastic tone and a bright smile on his face.

Mr.Handsome stood beside me with his hands crossed and jaw hardened. His face was illuminated in the bright lights. His shirt was taut and looked as if it's ready to tear if he even flexed a bit. A stray hair fell over his forehead as he turned to look at me.

Like a deer caught in headlights, I swiftly turned away, not wanting anything to do with my silly crush on a man invested in illegal crimes.

Sensing him still staring at me, I turned and asked, "What are the crowds chanting?"

He just stared at me confused as the chants became louder and louder. We were on the right side of the entrance and seemed to mutter something different than the left ones.

He leaned in closer, baring his ears near my face asking me to tell it. "What are they chanting?" I asked getting even closer to his face.

He slowly rose up, and a dimple adorned his cheek when
he shouted, "We are on the right side."

He proceeded to show the big led screen fitted onto the wall opposite to the ring.
The words were dotted but it didn't take time for me to realise, that they were chanting their representatives' side, on whom they had all of their money on, the one who was going to fight.

Onyx vs Felix

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