Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Our Delivery Guy Sucks

"You need to get your head in the game," John smacked me with his clipboard. "You have a fight in twenty-minutes. What is going on with you?"

I brought the bottle of tequila to my lips. "Whatever, I'll be right back."

"She will be here," he called out to me. "If she promised you that, she will be here."

I raised my glass to him before walking away. John would say whatever he had to. All he wanted was for me to win this fight, and it wasn't as if I didn't want that too, but I wanted to know where my curly-haired girl was. After dropping her off at home last night, I thought everything was fine, but now I am worried I was mistaken because she has been ignoring my texts.

The only thing taking me away from my thoughts was how people smacked me on the back as I left the locker rooms and the alcohol coursing through my veins. I slid the blonde bartender a twenty-dollar bill as she handed me another bottle of tequila. My back leaned against the wood as I looked at the crowd.

Everyone waited anxiously for my fight as if a different outcome would occur. They knew I would win. That is why John is talking to a new coach, hoping to find a fighter worth my time. Many trainers claim to have a fighter who is a threat to my career. If so, it was news to me.

I tried to thank the man who told me good luck, but my eyes caught a glimpse of someone in the crowd. The long chestnut hair fell down the woman's back, straightened without a wave in sight. She stood with thigh-high black boots below a skirt. When she turned around, her black-rimmed eyes looked back at me. It was my girl.

"Kinnick, you are up!"

Her caramel eyes broke contact as they drifted off elsewhere. The dark-haired beauty slipped off into the crowd. I drowned out the crowd chanting my name; my focus was on finding Bo. The dimming lights didn't make it easy to find a girl dressed in all black.

"Alright, you're up!" The announcer told me, opening the door. "Time to walk!"

"It would be embarrassing if you got knocked out," my head snapped to the side to see her standing next to me. "I would have to record it and sell it for money. It would be crazy. I don't know how I would begin to explain why I walked with the notorious Kinnick Carson down to the ring."

My breath fell from my lips. "You came."

"Of course, I came," she grinned. "I made a promise."

"You weren't answering my messages; after everything that happened, I didn't think you would come."

"I am your number one fan, Kinnick," she looked at me. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, but I have to express my concern. You told me I could wear one of those fancy t-shirts with your last name on the back, but I was distressed to find out I never received one."

"Our delivery guy sucks."

"The press is going to eat all of this up," she teased.

I forgot we were at the ring until she leaned up, pressing a kiss against my cheek. My hand grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back to me, wondering where she thought she was going. I gripped her face, smashing our lips together. She smiled into the kiss, resting her fingers on my jaw as she held me in place.

"You're going to watch, yeah?"

"I'll be ringside, cheering you on."

"Then I guess I'll have the cutest cheerleader in the building," I brought my lips to ear. "I love hearing you scream my name."

I climbed into the ring, leaving her standing there with John. My opponent stood before me, weighing twenty pounds more, with a longer reach but a shorter stance. Fighting someone out of my weight class didn't worry me. Bo finding out did. I looked over to where she sat and shot her a wink so that I could see her smile. Just so I could breathe.