Burning tapes

4

"Rob you-"

"Missed you too Lex are you guys excited for Luke's fight?"

I looked around the room and suddenly everyone had sad eyes.

"Yeah yeah stoked."

Charlie cut off the awkward tension by walking in the room and explaining the opponent and his bets on what he assumed was going to happen. It was a tradition I gathered for everyone to make small bets on moves they thought the opponent who in this case was 'Slap Demon' and our boy Luke was gonna make.

Figuring by the lack of brooding eyes and mole above his lip Luke was the one who tried to give me shit yesterday.

Everyone filed out of the room down another dark hallway and I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

"Hey I know we have never spoken before but are you okay?" 

I shook my head as a definite answer and offered him my hand. "Robin"

"Im Colt, it's nice to meet you." He had a way different look about him than the rest of the boys. He seemed older, more mature with his freshly kept beard, hard jawline and big build. 

Walking out to the arena was so fucking loud holy shit. 

I almost pulled a pussy and cupped my hands around my ears. 

Luke and Slap demon were already in the cage, sitting on opposing sides, Luke had his head down listening to the guiding words of Charlie with his hands on his shoulders. 

Slap Demon had a girl on his waist pushing the hair out of her eyes and stealing kisses every couple seconds. To say he was fugly was an understatement.  Man's looked like he hadn't showered in the past month, with his dreads tied up in a bun on top of his head he sported a bare body besides a tattoo on his back that said, "Kill the one's you love the most." 

Fuckin idiot. 

Lex sectioned me over to sit by him and I took the opportunity to ask how his arm was doing. 

"Pretty good thanks! I should get back to fighting next week sometime I think-" 

"There's no way in hell you are gonna live comfortably with a fucking gunshot wound having a 200 pound man punching the shit out of you Lex, you need to give it more time." 

One of the boys sitting behind us sat closer within ear's reach. "She's right Lex, you gotta give it a little while." 

Lex looked the other way obviously pissed off and the boy also offered me his hand. "I'm Jax, Jax Baxter nice to meet you Robin." 

The fight had already begun and from an outsider's perspective Luke seemed to be beating the shit out of dred's a lot. 

Towards the middle of the fight in between a silenced round while both fighters were walking back to their respectable corners Luke caught my eye. If looks could kill I'd be six feet deep because I was sure he was about to jump the ropes and come beat my ass. 

I took my two jackets off, because along with the adrenaline and sweaty atmosphere I was starting to sweat. I always kept my long sleeves on, I don't remember the last time I've worn something different and I'm hoping no one say's anything about it. 

"Robin you have to be hot, do you want a short sleeve?" 

Great.

I turned back around to Jax, "No I'm good thank you though." I shifted uncomfortably and my attention was back on the mats. 

The fight was over. Luke won by a landslide. Obviously slap demon wasn't very happy because when his little girlfriend walked back over him he pushed her away and kept walking. What a sore loser. 

The gang and I started walking back to where we came from, Luke wasn't with us but I figured it wouldn't be long before I saw him again. 

I was last in line and watching everyone else walk through the door when I felt a strong hand grip my arm whipping me around. And suddenly I was looking into two two blue orbs.

"What the fuck's wrong with your face." 

"Wow good to see you too Luke good job on your fight." 

His body was covered in sweat and the small strands of black hair stuck to his forehead. 

"Who did this to you?" He still had a grip on my arm, I didn't have to nerve to say I also had bruises under my shirt so instead I ripped my arm away. He looked rightfully angry, and I didn't feel like bailing him out of the county jail tonight. 

"Are you gonna let me patch you up or not?"

He looked in my eyes like he could read my thoughts but the sincerity that was there for a split second left before I could even understand what it was. He bumped his shoulder into mine walking past me. 

He sat down and I told him to ice a few parts of his body that looked like they would be nasty bruises tomorrow but everything else looked fine. 

"A five year old could tell me that." 

"Then hire a fucking five year old I don't know what you want me to say." 

I picked up all of the trash from the open bandages and walked over to a trash can. I hadn't even noticed but we were the only ones in the locker room. I guess the boys went to celebrate somewhere else. 

I looked at him and he seemed to be struggling with himself. 

"Are you-" He paused looking down at his palms. I never noticed the swallows he had on his hands. Right next to his thumb and below his pointer finger. 

"Whatever this is fucking stupid," He walked to the door opening the handle. "When you decide to stop being so fucking scared of everything let me know." And he was gone, all that could be heard was the door slamming shut behind him. 

It wasn't until I got home and started putting my own supplies into the med kit when i noticed something written on a tiny bandaid. His phone number.