Dusk

1| fervour

Ava

I couldn't believe they'd made me agree to do this. I gritted my teeth in annoyance as Isabella pushed me inside and gave her a death glare. She innocently flipped her hair, winking at me. Jett slung an arm around my shoulders and looked down at my face, grinning. "Stop being such a baby."

"I'm being a baby? You blackmailed me into coming here." I pointed out. "I have work tomorrow, Jett."

"I'll hand deliver you to your house tonight, okay?" He said. "At 11 pm. Sharp."

I slumped as we moved past the sweaty bodies. It had been quite a long time since I'd been to a boxing ring. It brought back memories which I'd buried deep inside and had no intention of bringing up. It seemed like a match was going on. A very interesting one for that matter, by the way the crowd was screaming. Since we were still just at the entrance, we couldn't see whose it was.

"Why you being so glum, cara bonita?" Isa asked me. "You used to love coming here."

"Used to." 

There was a nudge to the side of my stomach. It made me groan out loud and sharply turn around to cuss at whoever had barged into me. It was a man, a huge man. He was covered in ink from top to bottom, and his eyes held a disgustingly sick expression as he looked at me and licked his bottom lip. "You seem new."

"I'd still punch your balls if you try anything." I said.

Isabella and Jett had seemed to disappear somewhere. It wasn't a problem. The guy might be big but he didn't seem to have a brain. I, on the other hand, had plenty. His smile widened as he took a step in my direction. "Feisty much?"

"You want to try me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Try you underneath me, sure. You look like you'll make a good little-" He hunched down and clutched his groin in pain where I'd just knocked my knee.

"Try more?" I asked. He was still groaning in pain when I lifted up his chin to make him look at me. Since he was bending down he had to look up, and I gave him a smile and patted his cheek. "Thought so."

I walked further inside. People were going crazy around me and I was desperate to see what for. The announcer's voice died down in front of the shouting, so I had no option but to rely on my eyes. I saw a hand wave at me from the front seats and that was enough for me to know that was my destination. I walked up to the front, and Jett stared at me. "Where were you?"

"Me? I just gave a guy a lesson to learn." I said.

Then I looked towards the ring at the fight. And I froze.

"Buena suerte, hermano!" Isa shouted from beside me.

I felt the breath leave my lungs. Blazing dark brown eyes snapped towards us, widening comically when they landed on me. His eyebrows were thick and arched, his cheekbones so prominently carved into perfection. A clenched jaw, his bone structure so vividly flawless that I wanted to trace my finger along every part of his skin. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. Red coloured gloves secured his fists, his shirtless body making girls scream. He didn't have much ink on his body, but the little he did was enough to make him look sinful. 

My body ignited at the feel of his eyes on me. My heart fluttered inside my chest so violently I was afraid it would burst open. My breath came out in short pants as he continued looking at me like I was his dream come true, like he couldn't believe I was here, like he was starving and I was his favourite candy. His eyes burned with familiarity. His mouth opened in wonder, and I saw them move, "Ava."

His opponent took advantage of his dazed state and swung a punch across his jaw, making me gasp. His face swayed to the other side, and I knew the punch was painful by the way he clenched his jaw, then unclenched it, bringing his hand up to massage that portion. His eyes suddenly turned stormy and he looked away from me, back into the game.