I say watch because she wouldn’t let me help her.
She was very clear about that after she fucking freaked out andscreamedwhen I put my hands on her. So like a motherfucker I had to back off.
I wanted to punch something. Wanted to break something with my rage.
“Jesus, fuck. Go down already.”
I blink at the voice.
And come out of my furious thoughts, realizing where I am.
The harsh overhead lights. The smell of sweat and blood. The thuds of boots on concrete. The groans, the grunts, the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
The burning sting and the painful throb of the punch.
That Ledger, one of my good friends, just laid on me.
Among many other punches and jabs, since we’re in the ring at the Yo Mama’s.
Panting, I focus on him. “Then stop hitting me like a fucking girl and make it happen.”
He’s panting too, sweat running down his face and body in rivulets. Putting his hands on his hips, he stares at me. “You’re in rare form tonight.”
I am.
Mostly because I’ve been itching to get into the ring for a couple of days now. Especially after what my brother had sprung on me the other night.
Andwhat I found out tonight about her.
Meaning, I need to get fucked up.
And I need him to get his act together and do it for me.
I wipe the blood off my split lip. “Yeah, you too. Except you suck.”
He hums, studying me. “I think I know why.”
“Why you suck? Yeah, if you do, please fucking enlighten me.”
His ugly mug lights up with a slow smile. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
I stiffen, my eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched.
But he doesn’t get the message that he needs to shut up now.
“What happened?”
I growl, my hands fisted.
He smirks. “She reject you again?”
“Stop fucking talking.”
His smirk morphs into a chuckle. “Yeah, she did, didn’t she? Now, if you’d listened to me and taken my advice on chicks, then none of this would be happening.”
I’m gonna hit him now.
And I’m gonna keep hitting him until he’s laid flat on the ground.