I CAN TRANSFORM YA,

[hunter]

He stared in the mirror, shaking his head at himself and stretching his muscles out. He tried not to care this much, he tried not to remember all the good times. Win her back, he kept telling himself, there were obvious ways to do it and he knew he could. Become more like his elder, become more hard-headed, become more of an asshole. That's what Tabitha liked, wasn't it? He wasn't even sure, but he had met some of the people she had dated beforehand and they weren't the nicest of people. Everyone said he was too nice, he was too good, so it was time to give himself a reputation. From day one of their break, he started working out, building his muscle and building his self-esteem. Yeah, he had been pissed about the Dale thing, but it wasn't that he didn't know about it. Tabitha lied and ran away, so much for being honest with one another. There wasn't any other girl on his mind, except for Drea but that was one of his best friends and he needed to start taking her advice. But, he went with the advice of Desiree and his sister before it. He didn't need anyone fighting his battles for him, fuck... he didn't even need the defense of his sister.

It was time to ruin his reputation as a good guy, and better himself as a rebel. There were just so many things that he could do to become such a rebel, but he didn't want to go with the casual wearing leather and being a dick. With a little help from Tasha, he knew he could learn how to take down a person in seconds, heck he could even ask his sister. He was curious if Tabitha would even notice, or if she'd just keep ignoring him like she had done... for the past few weeks. He didn't care, he was doing this for himself as well. He knew how to take a joke, he knew how to talk his way into something and out. He loved having his old friends back, he loved that Desiree and Ava walked back into his life, and Gwen had become more of a sister than ever. But he figured it all out, maybe instead of being so engrossed in Tabitha this time around, he'd let her chase him. Would it work? Probably not, but he was sure as hell going to try. It was just the fact that he didn't know where to start, maybe getting into a fight or getting arrested. That wasn't really attractive though, was it? Buying a motorcycle, not taking shit from anyone, no longer being insecure about his looks or about anything else. Those were the easy things, actually, he was going to go pick up his bike now.

Last night, he spent the night with Drea, moving hopping and the thrill was really what set him off. Knowing there was a chance of being caught, was actually really appealing to him. So that night, once he had gotten home, he looked up ways to become more of a badass, yes that was what he typed into google. Getting arrested was on the list, but he didn't want to follow the Vega tradition, he was supposed to be the smart one of the family. Scrolling through the many things, he stopped on an ad at the bottom, something about underground street fighting. Sure, he knew how to take care of himself on the streets of Barcelona, but he had no idea what the people of LA were like. So, that's where his trip led him, on his new motorcycle. This thing was much harder to ride than regular bicycle, he'd have to ask Desiree's bodyguard to teach him a few pointers.

Rolling up to the place where it was to be held, he moved off the bike, locking it up and shoving the keys in his pocket. A small smile came upon his lips, feeling the adrenaline start pumping, as his heart started picking up and skipping a beat. Walking down the steps, he looked around, seeing the ring of all males and two guys in the center. This wasn't a sissy fight, there were no mats, and there was no ring, plus it seemed like there were no rules. Feeling someone put a hand on his shoulder, he was a bit surprised by the sudden push. "Come on now little guy, show us what you got." The guy that had just been beaten was still laying on the floor, bleeding from fresh wounds. Did he really want that to happen to him? He'd never fought another person before, he'd only seen his sister do it and she couldn't be that much stronger than him. Stripping himself of his jacket, he tossed it aside and that left him in a tanktop and his loose fitting pants, plus his running shoes. He decided to not wear a watch tonight, and to keep earrings out of his ear. He knew his tattoos weren't at all intimidating, actually he saw a few males laugh at him.

Inheriting that Vega glare had probably helped him out for starters, he made a few guys shut up just by using it. Raising his fists, he circled for a little bit, dodging some messy punches. So far, so good. This guy was obviously bigger built, and had been in a few fights in his day, since he could see the scars on his body. His mind got cluttered and a punch him him square in the jaw, causing him to stumble back and touch his lip quickly to wipe off the blood. A few more minutes, and he had succeeded to land quite a few punches, along with a black eye. The adrenaline was still pumping in him, that was pretty much the only thing that was keeping him going right now, other than the thought of Tabitha maybe seeing this as a turning point for him. Was he stupid for wanting her back so bad? Most people were telling him that, but he didn't back down. Feeling himself get even more angry that the was losing, he lunged forward, tackling the guy he was battling and punching him repeatedly. Two guys had to pull him off the older male, and he shrugged them off quickly. "Told you I wasn't little." He growled out, and was deemed the winner. People had bested against him it seemed, and he saw the bookie grin with excitement. With a pat on the back, Hunter headed towards the door, only to be stopped by security. Turning around, a large male had greeted him and told him that he was welcome here any time. Being thrown his jacket, he was off into the night, and he began to laugh. It felt good to win, even though his hands were bleeding, he had a black eye and his lip was obviously busted up. It just for once, felt nice to win something, to feel like a man, to feel empowered. If this would impress Tabitha, if this was what he had to do to win her back, he was fine with that. Becoming a badass sorta felt like second nature to him, maybe it was a Vega thing. Sitting on the curb next to his motorcycle, he had to calm down a bit, so he just sat there. Breathing out slowly, he looked at the wounds on his arms and hands. Okay, a few bruises here and there, he kinda looked battered but he knew that if he asked Tasha to train him a bit, he'd be winning just about every fight.

Yeah, he was starting to like his new and improved self.

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