Page 39 of Ava: Part Two

“How did you do that?” Derek asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered, rubbing her temples. “I just got angry, he’s always an asshole... What have I done?”

As the adrenaline had worn off, she had expected the pain from his blow to return, but there was still nothing. It was probably the shock numbing all her senses now.

She could hear the noise from the arena as the other matches were underway, so the final five would be decided. After that, she would have to return for her next match. The match that would send her to the Infirmary.

Her breath started coming quicker. A panic attack was imminent, but now was not the time!

“It’s fine. You’re okay,” Zeke said as he came to sit beside her and put his arms around her.

That calmed her down immediately. It was ridiculous how he did that, like her body believed he was the answer to all her problems. Zeke saying everything was fine didn’t make it fine.

“You might fight Derek or Myles, and they won’t hurt you,” Zeke continued.

That was of little comfort. There were eight other students she could be paired with, and after her last match, it was possible her opponent would make her pay for the fight with Dexter. She was an Omega, and she had brought down an Alpha. Douche Dexter’s arrogance that had made him underestimate her. The guy had shut his eyes, for fuck’s sake, and that injured her pride. This was a serious evaluation, but he had tried to make it a game. It was just dumb luck that she had knocked him out. Her next opponent would not make the same mistake.

“Take the blood, Ava,” Zeke said, handing her the vial again.

“No. No. I’ll tap out,” she said. “At the very first blow, I’ll tap out.”

No one would blame her for that.

Again, at the back of her mind, a little voice was telling her she was being stupid. She should take the blood and survive the day. Tomorrow would sort itself out. She could take the vampire prince’s offer and visit him if she had to, to get more of his blood.

But that stubborn thing inside her refused to listen. She didn’t want to become a vampire. She didn’t want to be a virgin forever, constantly healing if she ever had sex. But most of all, she didn’t want to cheat. She wanted to prove herself, even if everyone at Phoenix Academy was not worth the effort.

There were a few more loud cheers, and she guessed some of the matches had already ended because the beginners were not much of a challenge.

“I think we have to go,” Myles said.

She stood quickly and made her way to the door.

“Ava, come on. Please take it.”

Take it, you idiot, she told herself.

But instead, she kept walking. There were a few students in the halls, standing in little groups or limping towards the dressing rooms. They all quietened down as she walked past them. At the entrance to the arena, the doors burst open, and a group of people rushed in carrying a stretcher.

The student on it was a beginner. He was bloody and unconscious, like she would be in the next few minutes. All the rings were bloody now as she walked past them to reach her section. She didn’t look at any of the students, preferring to believe they were not there even as some of their words reached her ears.

“...just luck...”

Definitely.

“...Dexter was probably just scared of Alpha Ezekiel. Did you see how he was looking at her?...”

That could be true, too.

“... he’s going to kill her when he comes back from the infirmary...”

And that was probably true, too.

The coach was talking to one of the instructors and looking at some papers in his hands, but the moment he sensed her, he lifted his head.

She had never seen a colder look on his face. Dexter was one of his favourites, and he had expected her to be in the infirmary instead of that asshole.

A whistle blew, and the knots in her stomach increased. The instructors returned to their positions around the ring as Coach Baxter started to call out the names. She was moving before he even opened his mouth and slid into the first ring.

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