The next day came with a stormy sky,but it wasn't the weather that promised chaos.
It was Kael.
Standing right in the middle of the alley near Westbridge High.Hands in his jacket.Eyes like fire.
He had been waiting.
Not for a fight.
But for Rayzen.
And sure enough, the sound of a revving motorcycle echoed—and there he was.
Rayzen.
Carefree.Still wearing that stupid smirk like he owned the whole damn city.
"Get off the bike," Kael growled.
Rayzen's eyes narrowed, smirk fading.
"What's your problem now, Pretty Boy?"he asked, stepping down, cracking his knuckles casually.
Kael didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
The tension was already thick enough to suffocate them both.
"You think you can just take what you want?"Kael said coldly."Even if it's someone you don't deserve?"
Rayzen tilted his head."Oh… so this is about her."
He stepped closer.
"She's not a prize, Kael. She's a person. And last time I checked—she chose not to be yours."
That hit.
Hard.
Kael's fists clenched.Then swung.
The punch landed.
Rayzen staggered back—but smiled.
"You really wanna do this here?"
"I've been waiting," Kael hissed.
And just like that, fists flew.
A raw, brutal fight.
No weapons.No backup.Just two boys, one broken heart, and a mountain of unresolved anger.
They didn't notice the crowd forming.Didn't hear the shouts.
They were lost in the heat of fists and fire.Both bleeding.Both hurting.
But neither willing to stop.
Because this fight wasn't just about Alea.
It was about pride.
History.
And two kings who never wanted to share the crown.
To be continued…