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Chapter 34
Bella's POV
My father, uncle and the coaches leave the room.
The matches need to be made and the ring prepared.
Our referee, James, comes in and so do the judges.
"Well don't you girls look edible?" the old man says. James is in his late forties and still partying up like it is 1999.
We laugh at his compliment and he moves on to hit on our mothers.
The man is incorrigible.
That song, Pretty Fly For A White Guy, comes to mind whenever he enters a room.
Shortly after the men re-enter and two middle weight fighters are chosen and ready to fight.
I walk the first round with my number held high.
Catcalls are yelled.
Whistles heard.
But the extremely loud 'shut the fuck up' is what makes me blush.
A reaction only you can cause.