VI

            Tony glanced around as he stood up slowly. “Where the heck am I? And how on earth did I get in here?” He thought still fuming from his fight. He was either in another room with a volcano or back in his room. If it was his room, there was a girl living on this side. He flew up to get a better look at the room and to decide if it was the room he had woken up in. He hovered directly above the fiery mouth of the volcano. It was his room. But a girl apparently was sharing it with him. She must have been another hot head to be in here and she had to be tough because there was a punching bag and 50 to 100 pound weights sitting near a bench press. She also had to have a girly side because there was a lava-like, pink bed in the corner and a make-up desk. Tony didn’t know what it was called. His eyes got wide as he thought about who it could be.

            Ava walked in angrily, confirming his fears. She was the girl who lived beside the volcano. She had been in there while he had been sleeping and would be there again tonight. She had just tried to kill him. He watched her, stunned, as she paced around ranting about how she had lost the boy that had hurt her so badly and how much of a wimp he was for running and hiding. She said he had gotten too damn good at hiding. If anyone else had been saying this he would’ve killed them on the spot, but, because it was Ava, Tony held back. He couldn’t explain why he was soft when it came to her. He decided that he needed to make up for not killing her, so he started towards the room he had arrived in, Triple S’s bedroom, to get Ava out of his.