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I don't really know how one should dress for a fight, but after a quick search online I realize girls just dress slutty. That's not a problem for me.

I put on denim shorts and a white baby tee that shows my belly button. And white sneakers. I flat iron my hair and put on make up.

When I'm done, I spray myself with my favorite perfume just before my door bursts open and Jae appears, wearing his usual gym clothes. He looks me up and down and I wait for him to say something mean, but he doesn't.

"Do I look good?" I ask, he's still just looking. I give him a twirl, "Or sufficient?"

"Sufficient," he says, nodding in approval, "Let's go now, I have to be there early."

"I'm ready," I say and grab my purse before following him to his car. The ride to the arena where the fight is going to take place is silent, but it doesn't feel terribly uncomfortable.

"I'll go get ready, go look for my parents and stay with them," he tells me as soon as we walk in. There's a lot of people already inside