Disclaimer: I do not own Secret Life of the American Teenager or it's characters; however, I do own my ideas of this plot. Warning: There will be profanity, sex, and violence, so keep that in mind. Rating will most likely change to M in later chapters.
Prologue
The commanding and earsplitting applause sounded off the walls of the abandoned theater. The sharp volume of feet banging against the stands somehow conveyed an accelerated strain of anxiety, but she didn't know why she was so anxious. She wasn't used to these kinds of environments and the diversity of frightening and devious looking crowds, but it was something she agreed too—something she wasn't sure if she would regret.
Ricky would be approaching the inner ring of the stage within minutes and while she wasn't sure her presence here was a smart decision on her behalf, she had to admit that something about his lifestyle intrigued her. However, something tonight was making her skin crawl. She shuddered against her seat when she heard the man announce the competitors; his voice was sinful and blatant.
Within seconds the crowd roared, and she caught site of his face. His eyes were focused, and his demeanor was cold. He was ready to fight, and he was ready to prevail. His feet bobbing in a back and forth movement, and his glare concentrated on his opponent.
The man-made bell rang loudly, and the two began circling around each other. Amy's hands held on tightly to the arms of the chairs, as she studied his every move. She wasn't sure why she felt the urgency to want to watch him in one of these positions; but, for some reason everything about him was growing on her. She wanted to be there to support him, even if she didn't agree with what he chose to do.
All of a sudden the crowd thundered when Ricky's fist clapped against the other man's jaw. Amy felt herself edging on her seat to get a better view of it all. However within seconds Amy gasped and her face tightened with worry. Ricky was hit with a hard blow to the ribs and immediately came crashing to the ground. She wasn't sure what to do in that moment; but strangely enough she was beginning to feel very protective of him…
He was nothing like her, and she was far from anything like him; but, despite their many differences, there was something there - something she wanted, yet was still so afraid of.