The Bad Boy and the Bad Girl

Chapter 3 - Noah

I lift my head and look at the mirror. His figure appears behind me, some feet away. I turn the water off and turn around, pressing the cloth on my cheek.

(?) "I thought you wouldn't win. I was having some serious doubts."

(Hailey) "And why is that?"

(?) "I bet a lot of money on you." - he puts his hands on the pockets of his black jeans.

He looks really hot. Black jeans, black combat boots, dark green t-shirt and black leather jacket.

(Hailey) "Lucky shot. Next time you should bet on someone else."

I turn around and look at the mirror again to keep cleaning the wound on my cheek.

(?) "Actually no, it wasn't a lucky shot. You're good, Hailey. You have pretty good skills."

(Hailey) "I should be flattered then. A guy like you that knocked out four guys in the middle of the street must be someone important."

He chuckles and lowers his head for a few seconds.

(?) "You saw that, uh?"

I stay quiet. I finish cleaning the wound but the cut is a little deep.

(?) "You should really get that checked."

I turn around and lean on the sink.

(Hailey) "Why do you care so much about me?" - I ask annoyed.

(?) "You don't remember, do you?" - he smiles sadly.

I look at him confused.

(Hailey) "Remember what?"

He shakes his head and the door opens.

(Frank) "Oh..." - he looks between us. - "Am I interrupting something?"

(?) "No. I was just leaving. Goodbye, Hailey." - he starts walking away but stops beside Frank. - "By the way, make sure your daughter gets her wound healed." - he nods his head to me.

My eyes widen.

How does he know that?!

Frank's eyes widen while the mysterious guy walks out.

(Frank) "Who was he?"

(Hailey) "I don't know..."

(Frank) "How does he know, Hailey?! Did you tell him?!" - he asks a little angry.

(Hailey) "Of course not!"

He sighs.

(Frank) "Are you ready? We're leaving."

I nod my head.

Who the fuck was he?!

I'm lying in my bed, at six in the morning because I can't sleep. I've put two tiny straps to cover my wound. The mysterious dude doesn't leave my head.

How could he ever possibly know about me and Frank? We made sure no one knew... So no one would get in danger. How, damn it?!

I groan in frustration and roll over so my stomach's down.

Maybe he'll show up at the next fight... If he does, I'm getting all the answers I deserve.

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(Monday - one day later)