I rest against the arm of the couch. Delia is in bed. Aaron and Kyle left an hour ago. I sigh. How did this happen? I run a hand through my hair. I sit up. Then I hear soft taps at the window. I look to the right. I see freaking Aaron standing outside the window. I get up and open the window. I hiss at him.

"Rivers, What the hell?!"

"Come with me."

"No. I have to be in my house, dumbass. For my sister and for SLEEP. So go home."

"Aw, come on."

"No. Leave before I get really pissed."

He laughs. Then smiles at me. I glare at him.

"Come on, Kylie. Please. I promise we will get back."

"Why?"

"I wanna see you fight."

"WHAT!? Hell no. I don't have a fight."

"Really? Cause I checked your home phone and saw a message from Mickey? And he said you actually have a fight tonight."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

He laughs.

"You're cute when you curse."

"Shut up. I have to get ready. Fuck."

I run to Delia's room and grab my fighting bag from her closet. I slip into a black tank top and my black shorts. I pull my hair into a ponytail and slide my feet into my black combat boots. I run to the front door and grab my keys to my black Ferrari.

"RIVERS! LET'S GO!"

I run to my car and open the door. Aaron looks at my Ferrari.

"This is yours?"

"Yes. Now get in."

He gets in and I drive out.

"Time for a fight, Rivers."