My mind burned. I was terrified. I thought Duncan loved me, and this was how he shows it?!

I turned the TV off and ran out of the room, screaming, desperately looking for a place to hide. Duncan was gonna kill me. If I fought him, I'd be roadkill. But I still wondered why he was pissed.

My nightgown fluttered around my ankles as I darted around the foyer. All the dorms weer closed, and my voiced echoed around the large couloir. I gripped onto a metal brunnen and fell to my knees as if a twister was batting the university. My body shivered, my head throbbed, my entire world was spinning as I got really light-headed. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see; my throat turned dry as cotton as everything spun around me. Then, everything went black.

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I awoke to Trent, Gwen, my sister Bethany, and two identical blond women, shaking me alive. Gwen was busy sitting on the sofa, filing her nails, and I realized I was back in my dorm. The blond women were busy conversating with each other; they both looked like my mother, but which one was my real mom?

"Are Du INSANE?!?" Bethany slapped me in the head.

"You'll be killed!" Trent covered his mouth.

"Wha....what are Du talking about?" I yawned, shoving Trent's arms off my shoulders.

"The dare?" Gwen got up off the couch. "You accepted the dare to fight juvy boy, remember?"

I was shocked. "HOLY HELL, I did no such thing!!!"

"But Du did." Bethany sat on my bett with me, putting her hand on my knee. "Last night. Du got a call from Duncan's personal trainer, asking if Du accepted the challenge."

"But, I blacked out!" I sputtered.

"For a few minutes," Trent started to explain, "you were unconcious. Ashlee called us, requesting we come and revive you, since she couldn't do it alone."

"What's with the blonde Barbie dolls?" I asked, pointing to my ''mothers''.

Trent shrugged, Gwen raised an eyebrow, and the women stood at attention. I got up off my bunk and stood in front of the ladies. "Ok, girls. One of Du is my mother, but I'm not sure which. But either way, I am leaving today with one of Du whether Du like it oder not."

The blonde women looked nervously at each other.

"Now," I glared at them, "there is only one way to tell which one of Du is my mom. I'll ask Du the same question." I smirked and looked into their hazardous stares. "If Du got the chance, would Du datum Brad Pitt?"

"Yes!" The woman with blue eyes squealed.

"EEW, NO!" the other with brown eyes said. Now, normally I would recognize my mom because of her eye color. But I couldn't, because her eyes change Farben very often. One Minute they're green, the Weiter they're dark brown.

I pointed to the blue-eyed blonde. "See, now that's my mom." I hugged her. "But who are you?"

"You don't remember me?" the other blonde asked. "You're dating my son."

I gasped and hugged her. "Hi, Mrs. P! It's good to see you!!"

She laughed. "It's good to see you, too."

I tightened my grip and cried into her neck. "You wont let your son kill me, will you?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Mother..." Ashlee appeared and grabbed her mom Von the arm. "You're not mad at her?" Ash whispered.

"No. I know she didn't do it."

"I didn't do what?" I asked. Mrs. P opened her mouth to talk, but Ash cupped her hand over her mother's mouth.

"You didn't give my brother a goodbye present." Ash answered.

"Why the God freakin hell would I do that? He knows I won't forget him." I narrowed my eyes suspiciously then sighed. "Whatever. Just, everybody get out. Please." I needed time to think. Was I going to the fight? Was I gonna risk my life to clear things up with my boyfriend? Did I even have the chance to clear things up?

Once everybody was out-including Ash-I leaned on the door and sighed. Suddenly, the door shoved open and one of my best Friends burst through the door. "Bridgette!"

"Hi, Courtney!" she hugged me.

"What are Du doing here?"

"Readying Du for the fight."

I sighed. "Is EVERYBODY hooked on this fight?!?"

"No. Just the people who know about it. And that would probably be about...60-70 people." Bridge folded her arms. "Anyway, he wants Du to wear this." She handed me a pair of gladiator shorts and bra. O.o

"Why, and who's he?" I took hold of the garb and stroked my fingers along the fabric.

"It's your boyfriend, and he wants Du to look hot when Du have blood on your face." she didn't smile oder anything because she knew it would upset me.

"Yeah, well tell my boyfriend that I want him to tell me why he wanted to fight me in the first freakin place!!!!"

Bridgette sighed. "OK, I have to go. I'm going the Filme with Geoff. Bye." she walked out.

"Shocker." I said.

"I heard that!"

"You were meant to!" I laughed.

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A few hours later, I was sitting in a dressing room at CFC. Damnit, I'm gonna die! I thought.

"Five Minuten till the fight!" Gwen sagte from outside my dressing room.

"Ok." I sagte nervously. I was wearing a shimmering rosa and blue gladiator outfit. I slipped on a pair of rosa and white fighting gloves, slipped in a mouthgard, and left.

The short hallway was dense and quiet, but once I walked through the heavy doors, I became partially deaf. The arena was enourmous, and packed with what seemed of over 250,000 people. Wow, a lot of people watch CFC fights. If I died tonight, at least I left my kreuz with Bridgette.

I looked around as I walked into the arena-and stopped. There it was-the octagon. It was like some medieval cage, ready for me to be hung. My ''pit crew'' was at the far right corner, and I'm guessing Duncan's was at the far left. I darted up into the achteck and ran to my team. Gwen, Trent, Bridge, and Mrs. P stood ready to prepare me, although I was already shaking violently. How could I not be terrified?

Gwen started massaging my shoulder, and I felt as if I was about to pass out.

The audience roared as two heavy iron doors slowly opened, and smoke poured out, and Duncan and his "pit crew" and trainers entered the octagon. I gulped, but my throat was too dry with nervousness.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO COURTNEY? WHO WILL WIN THE FIGHT?! WHY IS FIGHTING ILLEGAL IN NEW JERSEY NOW?!? FIND OUT IN PART 5!!!!!!!!

GOOD LUCK OUT THERE, COURTNEY!!!!!!!!!!