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“Jacob, you have to stop the fight.”
“What?”
Gigi walked across the stage signaling round one and then the bell dinged.
“Jacob, please! My parents will kill me!” It didn’t matter if they thought I wasn’t here. If Liam got hurt… I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about that.
“Scarlett, I promise he’ll be fine.”
“You can’t promise that!” I cringed as Liam took the first swing. His glove landed perfectly against Pavel’s stomach. But it didn’t matter. The next punch could make contact with Liam’s face. I wasn’t going to sit here and let him get irreparable brain damage.Stupid little twerp.I stood up.
“Wait, I kind of want to see what Pavel’s got going on,” Sophie said.
“Soph!” She didn’t seem at all concerned about the fact that her cousin’s face might not be recognizable tomorrow. I tried to walk past Jacob to go down to the ring, but he caught my hand.
“Okay,” Jacob said and stood up too. “I’ll stop it, but Liam’s going to be really pissed.”
“I don’t care if he’s pissed! He could get hurt like you!” I stared up at the blood on Jacob’s face.
“I’ll take care of it. I’ll be right back.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and gave him a quick hug. “Thank you, Jacob.”
He nodded and I let my arms drop from around him. I watched him push past the other spectators in our row.
Sophie gasped as she stared down at the ring.
I cringed. I didn’t want to look.
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Sophie’s eyes grew even rounder as a few other students gasped.
I reluctantly turned. Liam had Pavel in a headlock. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried that when I finally looked Liam would already be knocked out.
O’Reilly jumped into the ring and pushed the two of them apart. Not that he could be upset by an illegal move. O’Reilly had fought way dirtier than that.
“See, Liam’s holding his own,” Sophie said. “But look at how much Pavel is packing.”
“I don’t care about his package,” I said as I stared in horror as Pavel landed his first punch across Liam’s jaw.
“God, I can’t watch this.” I pushed past Sophie.
“Scar, wait!” she called after me.
“How would you feel if you were watching RJ in a knockout fight?”
“I’d cheer for him. Like I’m doing for Liam. Go Hunter!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
Screw this.I ran past the other students in our row. Apparently I cared more about her little brother than she did. And I certainlycared a ton about my brother. I didn’t want any of my friends to get hurt. I didn’t want to see this. Jacob would stop it. But that didn’t mean I needed to watch the fight until he was able to intervene.
I ran down the stands and toward the back hallway.
The crowd was yelling a mixture of Hunter and Semenov.
I pictured blood dripping down Liam’s face like Jacob’s.
