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lost
interest in the edible object. “You're an idiot,” I said, getting off the couch
and walking to my room.
    “You love me really,” she called out.
    “That's debatable.”
    ****
    The arena wasn't exactly some extravagant thing. The first time I
went to one of Tristan's fights, I had it my head that we were going to this
huge stadium, and I'd be sitting in a seat. At that time, I didn't know what
the hell Mixed Martial Arts was or what was involved in it. I didn't even know
it was what MMA stood for until Melinda told me. I was so in the dark, or
obviously living under a rock.
    The arena was about the size of a large hall. That's about all you
could explain about it too. There was nothing special about it, or
different—except for the fact that Tristan and the others fought here.
    I parked my black 2007 Honda Civic beside the building. My car
wasn't exactly different from most of the cars here. It almost fit in. But
according to Noah, Tristan's best friend and flat mate, it was nothing compared
to his Audi R8—his baby. I could never understand how parent's trusted their
kids so much to drive Audi’s. Did they not worry about the car being totaled? I
guess it doesn't matter when you have all the money you could ask for.
    Tristan's metallic silver SUV was in my vision when I maneuvered the
rear-view mirror to check my make up. The SUV was Tristan's baby as well—yet
another expensive car that I never understood.
    Men and their cars.
    The familiar low rumble that came from my right distracted me from
checking my make-up and I couldn't help but grin.
    “Noah's here,” Melinda said, a flirtatious smile appearing on her
face as she fluffed out her light brown hair.
    “Yes, he is.” I leaned back against my seat and watched as the white
sports car parked next to us. The tinted windows rolled down and Noah's grin
was as wide as it always was when he parked next to me.
    Noah was your typical good looking Casanova. He liked to be the one
that teased a girl until she needed the release, or until she begged for it. He
and Tristan lived off campus in an apartment, which really could pass off as a
bachelor pad with the way they treated it. I'd been there a few times when it
came to parties, and well, I had to admit, it wouldn't be that bad to live with
Tristan and Noah. It'd pretty much be like living with the models of Calvin
Klein, and who would have a problem with that? Not me.
    “Maya, when will you finally get a car that isn't easy to break
into?”
    I looked into his dark brown eyes, seeing the teasing glint as his
lips pulled up. I grinned. “When you get a girlfriend that lasts longer than a
month.”
    “Ouch. I was almost hurt by that comment.” Sure he was. I rolled my
eyes when he feigned a heart-ache and proceeded to get out of his car, nodding
his head towards the building. All teasing aside, he asked, “You guys coming
in?”
    “Yeah, we'll be there in a minute.” I replied and he headed inside.
    Melinda sighed when he walked through the reflection of her mirror.
“Tristan seems to have the best taste in friends.”
    As much as I didn't normally comment when she brought up how hot
Noah was, I had to admit, Tristan did know how to pick them, which sucked. It
wasn't like I didn't like Noah or anything. He was just Tristan's best friend,
and he was also a no-go for our demons. So there really was no point in even
thinking about going there. We could look, but not touch.
    “How do I look?” I asked, averting our concentration from the dark
haired male. Melinda turned and took one long glance at the length of me. My
dark brown hair was wavy and traveled well past my shoulders. My tanned skin
wasn't perfect, but it was nothing that foundation couldn't fix, and there was
also a hint of eye liner and mascara around my brown eyes. It wasn't much, but
I liked keeping it simple.
    “If I was a male, I'd so fuck you,” she finally said after a
thorough inspection. “What about me?”
    “You're fine, Mel.”