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Sydney^^^

I step out of Chase's car and he grabs my hand as we walk into my brother's gym.

We enter and I go to my locker getting my long sleeve leotard. I slip into it and keep my leggings on.

I met Chase back out by the ring and saw him talking to Ryder. I wrap my arms around Ryder and he lifts his arms to hug me properly.

"You didn't call me back yesterday," Ryder says

"Oh sorry, first I had to deal with Mackenzie and Amber-Rose and then I did my homework," I tell him

"That doesn't add up," Ryder tells me

"What are you? A detective?" I ask him with a giggle, "I just forgot, don't worry about it," I glance at Chase

Ryder slowly nods and I let go of him putting wrap around my knuckles and a teeth guard in my mouth and turn to Chase who had taken off his shirt and had put wrap around his knuckles as well.

"Ready, little girl?" He asks me

I nod not being able to talk.

We approach each other and hit knuckles. He swings at me but obviously not hard. I duck and put a blow to his side.

He turns towards me surprised by my actions before a smirk plays on his lips.

He swings at me again but I duck and kick him in his abs. He didn't even flinch, only chuckled.

I roll my eyes, why can't he be less muscley?

He didn't get any hits on me because he obviously wasn't trying, but when I was about to punch his chest he grabbed my wrist lightly.

My leotard was lifted slightly showing the bruise from my mom.

"This wasn't there yesterday," he says

I take out my mouth guard and a Hi of spit falls from my mouth.

"Yes it was," I try to convince him

"I saw what was there yesterday, and that was not there," he says

"Yes it was," I say again

He grips my jaw pulling me to him, "I do not like little girls who lie," he tells me

"I'm not-"

"Nadine," he warns

I shut my eyes tightly before opening them to look at him, not saying anything.

"Ryder!" He call letting go of my jaw

My brother was over here in seconds. Chase gives Ryder my wrist which he looks at carefully.

"What is this Nadine?" Ryder asks me

I look down at the floor not saying anything as Chase explains how he found me yesterday. My brother was absolutely livid, his face was turning a red color.

"Where did they actually hit you?" Ryder asks and Chase looks over at me as well

"My face,"

"That's it?" Chase asks and I nod

"Go put on a tank top and come back out here," Ryder demands trying to sound calm

"I don't-"

"Now!" He booms

I run off sliding under the lines on the ring and going to my locker.

I take off my leotard and switch it for a tank top.

"Nadine?" My brother's voice echo's through the room

"Yeah," my voice almost sounded like a mouse

"Are you decent?" He asks

"Yeah,"

I put my head in my hands as my brother and Chase come into the locker room.

"Holy hell," Ryder curses

I break into tears crying into my hands. I was pulled into a hug by someone but the smell was different from Ryder's. Chase was hugging me.

He took my hands off of my eyes as they look at my arms.

"What happened after I dropped you off?" Chase asks

I shake my head taking my clothes out of my locker and putting my cardigan shirt over the tank top.

"Nadine," Ryder says

"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing," I say quickly, "I need to get home because I'm grounded already and do not plan on getting in trouble," I grab my bag and race out ignoring the calls from Chase and my brother.

I walk very quickly in the direction of my house as I undo the wrap that was around my knuckles throwing them in the closest garbage bin.

I go into the house and close the door behind me. My mother's car wasn't in the driveway, so I guess she wasn't home.

I discarded my phone and went into the kitchen grabbing a few packets of fruit snacks, before going upstairs.

I sit on my bed taking out my sketchbook and started drawing. I didn't know what I was drawing, I just let my hand move.

I looked down at the picture as I felt like I was done. I looked at the bunch of tattoos, the hair, the small nose ring, and those eyes.

Chase.

Get out of my head, please.

I put my sketchbook away and start working on my homework finishing easily within the next hour.

I pull myself to my bed and lay down going to sleep in my clothes.

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