I hurriedly silence my alarm at exactly 2:00 AM before staggering out of bed and into my en-suite restroom. I rub my eyes, trying to adjust them to the harsh lights while I take care of business, before stumbling back into my room and over to my closet. I walk over to the dresser that's in there and pull out a pair of basketball shorts from the middle drawer. I then swiftly trade my sleep shorts for my basketball shorts and pull a black wife-beater over my sports bra before turning around and grabbing my duffel-bag from the corner of the closet. I grab one of the multiple cases of redbulls I have stashed away in here as well as a box of Nature Valley Protein bars and throw them into the bag, as well as my lucky towel, and a change of emergency clothes just in case. I then walk back out into my room and over to my desk, slipping on my chanclas along the way before scooping up my entry money off of my notebook. Finally after doing one last run through of my mental check-list I silently creep over to Noah's room to make sure he's awake and almost ready to head out.
"Hey, Ark? Are you almost ready?" I call out softly as I open his door. I see him walking from his own en-suite that connects with the guest bedroom dressed similar to myself, but his shorts are green and his muscle shirt yellow while mine are purple and black. At his nod and thumbs up we both make our way as stealthily through the house as we can, both of us releasing relieved breaths when we make it outside without any obstacles.
I silently toss my duffel-bag into the Jeep that we purposefully parked in the drive-way for tonight before making my way over to the side of the house where I stashed my bike for tonight as well. I make sure everything on it is as it should be before slowly wheeling it into the street and a little ways away from the house before starting it up, and while I'm busy with that Noah hops into the Jeep and takes off towards the store to grab some beer and coffee for us. I know where the fights are being held, so as soon as I'm ready I head off to the club to wait on San and Noah.
I'm only waiting in the discreet parking lot for about five or so minutes before I see Santana's dark green Mercedes pulling into the lot and I grin. She pulls up next to my bike, and after a few moments she steps from the car dressed in a pair of grey short running shorts and a black tank top with a deep red sports bra underneath.
"You ready to kick some ass tonight, Yoshi?" She questions me excitedly by-way of a greeting and I smirk confidently at her.
"Of course I am. Our old club in New York got busted and we moved before we could find a new one. It's been a few months," I tell her, cracking my knuckles and grinning at the thought of what's to come.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been busy with school and Cheerios, so it's been a minute since I've been able to make it out here. I can't wait to get back in there," she tells me with excitement all over her face and in her voice. Noah pulls into the lot just as she finishes speaking so I don't bother to verbally reply, instead nodding to her while we patiently wait for him to pull up to us and park.
He hops out holding a six pack of beers and a tray of coffee, kicking the door shut behind him as he makes his way over to where we're perched on top of Santana's trunk. He silently holds out the six pack to me and I break off a beer for each of us as Tana takes the coffee tray so Noah can hop us beside her. I pass the beers out and we each just sit in comfortable silence as we sip our first beers and wait for the fights to begin at 3:00 AM. It's not until we're all on our second, and last, beers that Tana decides to break the silence.
"I'm really glad you guys are back. It just...it hasn't been the same with you gone," Tana tells us quietly, not taking her eyes from wherever she's got them locked straight ahead of herself. "I've missed you guys."
"Nosotros perdido usted también," Noah tells her just as quietly as he slips an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in for a hug.
"We really did cuz. You're one of the reasons why we wanted to come back here," I tell her with a soft grin, joining in on the hug and we stay like that for a moment before she gives us both grateful smiles. Then she shrugs us both off of her with a fake scowl.
"Alright, alright. Enough of this mushy shiz. Tell me what we're gonna to do about Finnept," she demands with a smirk. I smirk back before taking a deep breath and launching into my plan.
"Well for today I was thinking about saran wrapping his car during lunch, and also giving him his own personal slushie showers a few times throughout the day. Tana can take this morning, Ark can take right before lunch, and I'll take before Glee. Then I was thinking on Wednesday that we could color all of his windows Rainbow, switch all of his clothes out for ones that are a size too small and dyed pink, and then give him his three slushie showers again in the same order."
"Wait," Noah jumps in before I can continue when I stop to take a breath. "Why are you jumping from Monday to Wednesday? What about Tuesday?" He questions in confusion before taking a sip of his coffee. Santana, having just taken her own sip of hot coffee, nods her head in Noah's direction to show her agreement with the question.
"Because I want to make him think it was only a one time thing. Lure him into a false sense of security before going on the full scale attack," I answer them simply with a nonchalant shrug. They both just stare at me in awe. "What?" I question a bit self consciously a few moments later when they just continue staring at me.
"Remind me to never truly piss you off," Tana tells me seriously with Noah nodding solemnly beside her and I roll my eyes at their dramatics. And here I thought I was the one training to be a Broadway star.
"Whatever," I tell them with a scoff and an eye-roll. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you guys," I say before continuing from where I left off. "Anyways, so on Thursday I was thinking about super-gluing both of his lockers shut, as well as his feet to the floor in one of his classes, probably first period. Then I was also thinking about hiring a male stripper to come in and pay him a little visit, maybe in Science?" At hearing this both Noah and Santana choke out laughs around the mouthfuls of coffee they just drank and I smirk as I continue. "And then obviously his slushie showers throughout the day. Then last but certainly not least, on Friday I want him to take a dumpster dive as soon as he gets to school, we're still giving him his slushie showers but I want to do mine before lunch this time with all three of us hitting him right after eighth period, and then when, or even if I should say, he finally makes it to glee I want to sing him a song," I finish proudly with an evil grin.
"I love you," they both tell me simultaneously in awe and respect and I can't help but to laugh at their dorkiness.
"Eh…It's really nothing. Hudson just needs to learn that he's not the big man on campus that he believes himself to be, and that not everyone's going to bow down to him like he wants," I say easily, and almost as if on cue as soon as I finish speaking all three of our alarms start going off in synch. "Showtime," I say giddily.
As we walk into the warehouse the disgusting smell of blood, sweat, and male body odor assault my senses and I fight the urge to wrinkle my nose (San does so as well but she fails), and as we walk up to the lone sign-in table in the corner of the room farthest from the entrance the guy running the table does a double take when he sees me coming to a stop in front of him next to Noah and Tana.
"Uh…Sweetheart? You do realize that the rules of this club state that everyone here for the first time has to fight, right?" He questions me in a condescending tone of voice and Santana and Noah suppress laughter as I bristle immediately in offense.
"No chiz, Sherlock. Just take my money and sign me in," I snap furiously, slamming my $200 down on the table in front of him with a steely glare. I can't stand when people automatically assume I'm weak and helpless because of my small stature. Pendejo. He just glares back at me as he snatches my money off the table, as well as Noah's and Santana's, before thrusting three clipboards carelessly in our directions. Once we fill out the forms we walk over to the ring to try find a place to sit and watch the fights until we're up, and all three of us have permanent scowls on our faces at the obvious leering of the guys in the warehouse. Pigs. Noah looks like he's fixing to jump the next guy who looks at us, so I grab his arm and pull him down on the floor in between Tana and I.
We have to watch more than a few fights before Tana's called up first out of our group and I've gotta tell ya, I was beginning to get super bored. These guys need some training or something cause sheesh. Can you say beginners? As soon as 'Snix Vs. Dynamo' is called out Tana jumps up from the floor to make her way into the ring, and Noah and I wolf-whistle and cheer for her the whole way. She gives us her signature smirk before jumping around a few times and silently eyeing up her opponent. Dynamo however decides that he doesn't want to stay as silent as he eyes her body up and down with an intense look of lust.
"Hey baby. I'll go easy on you if you give me your number," he leers out with a wink, his eyes now locked on her chest and Noah and I growl out in agitation at the same time. Freaking perv. We then snicker in amusement at her response as they quickly touch fists.
"Ooohhh no. No bueno, creepo. I'm gay anyways, so…," She tells him cockily with a fake put out expression. Dynamo's shock is quickly covered up by a cocky smirk of his own as they start dancing around each other, each waiting for the bell to ring signaling the start of the round.
"Nah…Not possible sweetness. A sexy girl such as yourself can't possibly be gay. You just haven't come across a real man yet to show you how it's done," he tells her with another leer that turns into a suggestive waggling of his eyebrows. Almost as soon as the last words leave his mouth and his eyebrows stop, Tana lunges at him and catches him off guard with a powerful right hook to his jaw that sends him stumbling back on his ass in a daze. While he was being a douche he missed the bell ringing and Tana took advantage.
"Yeah, well…If you happen to find one send him my way then," she sneers out as she watches him get to his feet on shaky legs. He doesn't say anymore, just glares at her while charging her with a loud and furious grunt. She quickly side-steps him, using her momentum to swing around and throw her elbow into his stomach. He doubles over immediately as the air is forced from his body, and before he has the chance to recover she's swinging her body around again and using the force to drive her knee into his face. He drops to his knees momentarily and she gets cocky, turning away from him to smirk at us, so she misses him standing and rushing her again. This time he gets a cheap shot to the back of her head and some shots to her ribs before she manages to turn and face him, but that's not much better because he gets a good shot in on her eye. She finally manages to get the upper-hand with a quick jab to his nose that looks like it breaks it, before she's got him on the ground and is now raining blow after blow to his face in a blur of fists and blood. The ref doesn't stop the fight until the guy passes out, but as soon as he does the ref is yanking Santana off of him and declaring her the winner.
It takes a few moments for the 'staff' to haul the still unconscious Dynamo out of the ring and for them to clean up the blood left behind. Finally after what feels like forever, but is really only probably like ten minutes, 'Ark Vs. Chester' is called and I sit up in excitement. I wasn't expecting two good fights in a row but I'm certainly happy I get them. Chester is a guy around our age and Noah's build, and the fight is pretty evenly matched for a good minute. They literally land blow after blow on one another and don't seem phased in the least for over six minutes before Noah gets smart and takes him to the floor. The guys seems surprised at this, which is all the opening Noah needs to trap him in an inescapable arm-bar. Chester tries to struggle and fight it, but when I see that his arm's seconds from snapping he finally wises up and taps out frantically. To Noah's credit he doesn't look too disappointed at not getting to break the dude's arm.
It takes another three fights after Noah's before I'm finally called into the ring and I can tell after just a quick glance at my opponent that I royally pissed off the sign-in guy. Whoopsie…I size the dude up warily (His fighting name's freaking Stone for goodness sakes!) as I make my way into the ring and I have to actually work to keep my features blank and bored. This guy is almost taller than Hudson and he's a freaking wall of muscle! Noah has nothing on this guy here in the 'guns' department and I can tell my brother knows it by the worried glances he keeps shooting Stone and myself. Have some faith in me, Ark. Geez…I know this is definitely going to be an interesting fight, but I'm most confident in my abilities to come out victorious. I give Noah and Tana a small shrug as I climb into the ring and shoot them a confident smirk before re-schooling my features, to which they only slightly relax at. I got this, and I'm not just being cocky…Well, not completely anyways. This guy's going to underestimate me and make my life easier by doing so, and on top of that I've only ever lost three fights in my life and don't plan on adding anymore to that count anytime soon.
"Are you guys fucking kidding me?!" The building of a man hollers out as I come to a stop in front of him in the ring and I roll my eyes while trying to hold back my smirk. See? Already underestimated. He keeps looking around like he's waiting for someone to tell him this is a joke, and he's even reluctant to touch fists so we can get the fight underway.
"Look dude let's just get this over with, yeah?" I snap out, trying to move us along before he truly pisses me off. I'm already pretty pissed still because of the freaking sign-in dude. Wish he'd step up into this ring. Instead of answering me he just starts laughing loudly, which causes me to drop my fighting stance and glare at him in confusion. The fudge…?
"Look…'Star', is it?" He questions as he gasps for breath while he tries to calm his laughter. At my stiff nod he continues to dig himself into an even deeper hole. "I promise I'll go easy on you and try not to hurt you too much. It's normally a policy of mine to never hit chicks, but I've got money ridin' on this fight," he chuckles out and now he's gone and done it. Super pissed now. Just go ahead and call me SuperStar.
"Oh trust me," I snap out harshly, which catches his attention immediately. "I advise that you do not hold back against me if you know what's good for you, because I certainly won't be," I continue through clenched teeth. I'm already beyond my rage limits thanks to my not being able to lay Hudson out like I want too. Throw in the douche from the table and now Stone, as well as not having had a good fight in so long, and I'm wound up and ready to pounce. I chance another glance over at Noah and Tana as the ref finally gets this guy to touch fists with me and see that they're now all out smiling and almost on their knees in excitement. They can see me vibrating in my rage and they know they're about to get a show. They rarely ever get to see me fighting all out because I know my own strength and don't want to take the chance of ever truly injuring someone, but Stone can handle it and he's about to get it.
Stone just smirks at me as we wait for the bell to finally sound and I just smirk back at him as we both jump around each other and I plan my attack. The bell isn't even finished sounding before I'm dropping to the floor and doing a spinning low kick, taking out Stone's legs from underneath him and watching the shocked look on his face in smug satisfaction as his back hits the mat hard. It really is priceless, and I kinda wish I was able to get a picture. Darn it. I patiently wait for him to stand up again before rushing him with a left hook to the side of his ribs that knocks the breath out of him and a lightning quick uppercut to his chin. This causes him to fall on his ass and I take the chance to swing around onto his back and pull him into a rear-naked choke-hold. He begins to struggle, frantically clawing and pulling at my arm that's now blocking his airway, and I smirk while tightening my grip. "C'mon Stone. Tap out before you pass out," I murmur mockingly into his ear.
"N-no!" He manages to gasp out weakly, his struggles getting easier and easier to handle.
"Suit yourself," I tell him with a bored shrug before tightening my grip around his neck even further. I feel one last burst of frantic energy pass through him as he thrashes his body around in a still futile attempt to free himself before he finally goes limp. I immediately release him so he can breathe properly again and help to elevate his head to help with the airflow until a 'staff' member can take my place. As soon as someone does the ref announces me the winner and I swagger out of the ring with a now super cocky smirk on my lips.
We all win our last matches of the night, they were $100 a fight so we only signed up for two, but this time my opponent actually gets in a few good hits. He knew to actually take me seriously, so now I'm currently limping out of the warehouse and towards my bike with a bruised jaw, incredibly sore ribs that Santana has assured me are just bruised and not fractured or broken, and a pretty nasty black eye. I have no complaints though, cause now we're all $200 richer and I feel a calmness settle over me that only a good fight can bring. As soon as we're gathered around the Jeep I take my tape off of my hands before reaching into the Jeep and snatching up my duffel-bag. I quickly pull out two redbulls and two protein bars, giving Noah and Tana one of each before grabbing my own and hopping up on the trunk of Tana's Mercedes to just breathe for a moment. After we all chug our drinks and eat our bars, I give Santana another round for later before we say our goodbyes and head home to change and prepare for school that starts in an hour and half. Joy.
After my shower, which was painful but relaxing at the same time, I drag myself into my closet to look for something to wear. After a few brief moments of consideration I decide to go for a bit of a dressy look today, so I pull on a pair of orange skinny jeans and a black muscle shirt before throwing on an all black button up long-sleeved shirt. I only button up a few of the buttons on the shirt and roll the sleeves up to my mid-forearm, before pulling on an orange vest on top of it and leaving it open to complete my look. To top everything off I pull on my black combat boots, straighten my hair, and place my black fedora on top of my head. Noah joins me in my room just as I'm applying the last of my make-up and I notice that he's in a plain white t-shirt, plain worn blue jeans, and his tan combat boots.
We don't speak, both too tired and needing to get out of the house before our father's wake up and question our appearances, and we rush downstairs as soon as I'm ready to go. As soon as we're in the Jeep, Noah's driving today, I hand him his other redbull and protein bar before devouring my own as we listen to the radio in silence on the way to school.
As soon as we pull into the parking lot I can't control my grin at the sight of Quinn standing with Britt and Tana next to Santana's Mercedes, and Noah doesn't even have the Jeep off before I'm out of my seat and half way to Quinn's side while ignoring my brother's snickers. He's just jealous that he doesn't have a Quinn of his own. I smirk at the giant slushie in Tana's hand as I greet my girl with a quick kiss and a hug, and as soon as my cousin sees what I'm smirking at she throws me a wink and an evil smirk of her own.
"Hey baby," Quinn purrs into my ear after we break apart before pulling me in again for a longer kiss. I moan at the loss of contact this time when she pulls away and wind my arms around her waist to keep her flush against me. I then bury my face into her neck and inhale deeply, smiling like an idiot at her amazing smell of coconut, baby powder, and something that's just uniquely Quinn. Mmmmm….
"I've missed you," I mumble into her neck, making sure that my lips brush her skin with every word. This causes her to giggle sweetly and drop a kiss to the top of my hat, since it's currently blocking my head. Stupid hat. I just kiss where my lips are a few times before finally pulling away from her, but not completely. I keep one of my arms snugly around her waist and she casually throws her arm over my shoulder.
"We'd better get inside before we're late," Noah tells us, nodding in the direction of the front entrance where we can see Hudson walking through the doors. We all nod our agreements and he begins leading the way inside the now crowded building. Hudson isn't hard to spot, almost immediately coming into view as soon as we walk through the doors, and I can't help the giddy excitement that's beginning to build. As we're passing him standing around talking to a group of his football buddies, Santana casually throws the giant slushie on him without breaking stride while saying, "Se preparan para la semana del inferno, Hudson," with a grin on her face that would make one think that Christmas came early.
Our group, including the entire hallway and Finn's football buddies, all burst into a raucous laughter at that and we can only laugh harder as we hear Finn's enraged whine of "What the hell?!" exclaimed from behind us.
"Operation 'Make Finn Hudson my Bish' is now officially a-go," I whisper out to Noah and Santana with an evil and excited smile. They just match my grin as we keep heading in the direction of our lockers, giddy for the rest of the day still to come.