Belle's POV
"Dy, please I want to come with." I'm sitting on his bed while he is preparing his stuffs for the fight.
"We have talked about this Belle."
I came close to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Please?"
"No."
I let go of him and walked out of the room. He asked me to give us a chance but he is shutting me out of this. I know this is important to him that is why I want to be there for him no matter what.
I locked the door in my room and sat beside my bestfriend who is now sleeping. My poor bestfriend must be really tired from his night shift in the hospital. I lie down beside her and rested my head on the pillow. I few seconds later I hear a knock on the door.
"Belle, can we talk?"
I did not answer him. If he's just going to keep on shutting me out, it would be better to stop whatever it is that we are doing.
"I'm sorry Belle. Can you please open the door."
I still did not answer.
"Fine, you can come with me."
I stood up and slowly opened the door. I made a small opening just enough for us to meet each other eye to eye.
"Yah?" I asked while looking at his beautiful brown eyes.
Dylan lets out good boy smile in response. Ugh Dylan why do you have to be this sweet?
I opened the door wide so Dylan can come inside. He then grabs me towards him and kisses me on my lips.
"I could never win an argument against these soft lips." He said while looking at me intently and touching my lips with his thumb.
"I just want this relationship to work Dy."
"There will be blood, are you sure you can handle it?"
To be honest, I'm not sure if I can, but for Dylan, I will do my best.
"Yes Dy, don't worry about me. Just make sure it will not be your blood I'm going to see."
"I'll try." Dylan lets out a sweet smile while cupping my face.
"Great! I knew you can make him say yes B! What are we waiting for? Let's go see my brother beat some ass!"
Dammit Amy, she's awake all these time. She removes the blanket on top of her and flipped her hair to the back. To my surprise, she has already put a black dress on. She quickly combs her hair and went to the mirror to put make up on. Dylan and I just looked at each other in amazement. Amy, being Amy.
We quickly prepared for the night. I'm wearing a red off shoulder crop top and white form fitting skirt. I glued false eyelashes and brushed it down to my eyelids with black gel eyeliner. Amy did my hair by defining my waves even more. My nude seven inches stilettos complemented my over all look.
"Wow B, you are so rocking this I'm a girlfriend of a fighter look. Omg!"
I look myself in the mirror and I think this might be too much.
"Are you sure about this A?"
"Ugh yah." She has a duh look on her face.
"Let's go B, they are waiting for us outside."
Amy as usual looks like the Asian version of a Victoria's secret model. She has this long black straight hair. Her medium skin glows flawlessly. Her black glittery dress perfectly suits her skinny figure. And her peep toe high heels looks perfect on her.
While walking towards the street, Dylan is already standing beside the car looking all handsome as always. Trevor is also standing next to him, wearing a black suit. I can see that Dylan is looking at me intently as we near them.
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