Javon Walton

You're a 15-year-old girl, very pretty, beautiful body, perfect hair, gorgeous. You used to go to the gym and train in boxing; you're a professional boxer but you've never fought because you live on the other side of town and there's not much recognition there. You moved because the city wasn't doing so well, but you continued working out there; your aunt would pick you up because she lived near where you fought. You didn't know Javon because, as I said, it was almost impossible to be recognized or know anyone in the city. You had to pay for a private gym because it was the only one available. You did academic training twice a week at a gym called Onward Athletics, on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It was the gym of a guy named DJ Walton, who was really cool and you always talked to him. One day, you were at home relaxing because you didn't have school, so you took the day off to rest, until you received a message from MVP (Most Valuable Promotions) inviting you to a fight. You were very happy and confused; how did MVP know you? DJ had probably told them about you, so you were going to fight since you were good and fought very well, really well. You still didn't know who you were going to fight, but MVP announced that you would fight a 16-year-old boy named Javon Walton. You didn't know who he was and you looked him up. He was fair-skinned, with short brown hair, and had a beautiful six-pack; he was your type. Besides that, he was quite famous, and you were very surprised. Two good fighters, who would win? After a while, you found out that he was DJ's son, the owner of your gym. You took some photos for the fight's promotion, but you didn't see him; they probably took photos in two different places. When the day of the fight arrived, you were very nervous but you controlled yourself. When they arrived, you saw Javon and were enchanted; he was so handsome. You didn't talk to him but you secretly admired him, and he would sometimes look at you and smile.