The only notification I have is from Facebook. Through the watery haze, I set my phone to night mode, making the screen easier on my eyes.

I unlock the screen and squint as the brightness burns my retinas. How am I still awake? I thought I washed away the remaining adrenaline from the fight in the shower, but I still feel tiny zaps of it in my blood.Huffing, I grab my phone from my bedside table, throw my blankets off, and roll onto my back. The digital clock on my bedside ticks over from twelve-fifty-nine to one a.m.I blink at it. He gets such a beating that his team grabs a white towel and Dad clenches my arm.'They're gonna concede!' he shouts at me, not taking his star Every cell in my being revolts at the violence being exhibited, but there's a buzz in my blood and a zip in my skin that lights up whenever Seth's fists hit Frederick. I press my fingers to my mouth and shake my head. Thump.Frederick Kennedy doesn't stand a chance. I'm mesmerized by it-by Seth-and the calculated way he moves his heavy frame. The crowd cheers around me, but I hear nothing. I lift my hands to cover my eyes, but stop halfway, unable to shield myself from the beating Seth gives his opponent.

For every step Frederick takes backward, Seth moves forward, slamming powerful fists into his body. Kennedy staggers back and I expect Seth to back off and give him room to breathe, but he doesn't. Seth attacks first, delivering two jabs to Frederick's face, sending a surge of tingles through me.

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