"Get initiated?" A voice asked after I took a seat on the floor, I jumped, looking on the chair. Angel Face.

"Not that you could hear." I mumbled, looking away and trying not to blush.

"Don't worry about it, everyone has different pain tolerance." He said, I rolled my eyes. He chuckled. "So, Tyler named you Kitten." He said.

"Yea." I stated, trying to be bitchy so he would stop talking to me.

"You know, I know you're trying to get me to stop talking to you."

"Well, then why are you still?"

"Because, you're interesting," He said, here comes the warm cheeks and the redness. "Kitten."

"My name isn't Kitten. It might be to Tyler, but it's not." I was getting sick of people calling me that.

"Fine, what is your real name then?" He questioned, I scowled.

"Why would I tell you?"

"Because, the look on your face when people call you Kitten gives it away."

"Well, I don't even know your real name." I stated.

"I don't know it either." I heard him mumble and sigh.

"What?" I asked softly.

"The name's Angel Face." Then the blood curdling screams came.

"That's not your name."

"To everyone it is. Tell me your real name." He said, I shook my head.

"You're not getting one letter out of my name until you tell me why you say your name is Angel Face."

"You're stubborn. Very, stubborn." He said, I nodded, runs in my family.

Time passed, Bri's screams kept on going, she couldn't handle burning pain like I could. There was silenced passed between me and 'Angel Face'. Every time I would glance at him, he would look at me, and when I looked away, he would either chuckle or snicker. Ugh, that cute amazing man was pissing me off, and I didn't know how to handle it. When I wouldn't pay any attention to him, or if I'd talk to a fellow fighter like Bob, I would feel the burning of his eyes on me. Why was he doing this? Why would he care about my name. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Bri came out holding her hand in a paper towel, crying her eyes out. I felt bad, I really did, I was the one who got us in, what I did... was horrible, but I wanted to be in Fight Club. She sat next to me and glared at me, I shrugged.

"Hey, I wanted to be in it, you just wanted to come along for the ride. Not my fault." I said, she slapped my face. I sat there shocked for a minute, I never thought in my life she would slap me. She then got up and disappeared upstairs. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hey, what's upstairs?" I whispered, looking up at Angel Face. He looked towards the stairs.

"Tyler's room. Why?"

"Bri just went up there..." I was getting worried.

"Well, there's also a bathroom upstairs, maybe she needed to use it or something." He said, I looked back towards the stairs and just stared for a minute.

"Come upstairs with me." I said, looking at him again, he gave me this strange look. "I'm not letting her go upstairs, Tyler is no where in sight, and she went upstairs. Come up with me."

"People don't go unless they have a reason."

"Well, we'll make one." I said, getting up and taking his hand and pulling him up, we snuck to the stairs.

"Kitten, if we get ca-"

"You said we could go upstairs if we had a reason." I stated, he nodded. "Well, I have a reason."

"I know you have a reason. We need a reason. There's 2 of us."

"No dip, but what they don't know, won't hurt. Plus, if we stay quiet, then we wont have a problem." I said, as I started sneaking up the stairs and pulling him with me.