Chapter 2: The Fight

"Kyle!", she screamed in dismay. He looked up. His heart thumping as loud as never before. Molding up a smile on his face, pretending that nothing had ever happened between them he replied, "Hey Carla"

"What are you doing here?"

"I think its pretty obvious what I am doing here.", he said, at the same time throwing a man into a pile of boxes. Another man approached , but this time he wasn't there for him.

"This chic your friends?"

"We are not friends.", they both denied his assumption with an annoyed face.

"Well looks like I can use her tonight", the man flirtatiously came nearer. As he was about to slither his hands around her waist, she grabbed his his neck and rolled him over. The croud cheered.

"Don't ruin my first day in Vegas" she asserted. Though she was acting cool on the outside, she was quit impressed by herself.

She grabbed her purse, on her way to go back to her hotel. Her long day had become worse, although she had mixed feelings about encountering Kyle. Walking down the road, she saw someone running towards her. It was him.