Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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ZANE
CALLIE LOOKS so fucking good tonight.
I could feel her eyes on me as I fought and I almost got distracted. When I'm fighting I can always tune everything around me out, but this time she slipped through and I let myself get punched in the face because of it.
After that I snapped out of it and just ended the fight right there because I'd had enough.
And then she came to the first aid room and insisted on helping me with an injury that she unknowingly caused and had the audacity to look so fucking good while doing it. I watched as her eyes travelled across my face and the way her teeth sunk gently into her bottom lip in concentration. I basked in the gentleness of which she handled me, as if I was made of glass.
Callie was so close to me that I got overwhelmed. Me. I got overwhelmed.
All I could smell was sweet vanilla and burning cedar wood and I wondered how she could smell so good, like a warm hug.
When she turned to leave I panicked and didn't want her to go, so I didn't let her. I enjoyed watching her face light up with surprise and shock. She watched me carefully as I leant back comfortably, trying to get a better look at her.
Jesus fuck what was wrong with me?
Then Mikey came to the rescue before I did something worse and I let her go.
Callie and her friend wait with Mikey while I'm changing and rethinking my life decisions. Once I've showered and changed, we go to the bar above for drinks.
Mikey and I follow behind the girls as they walk across the bar to find somewhere nice to sit.
"What was that?" He asks and I sigh.
"I don't know."
"Hm." He hums thoughtfully and we slide into a booth they found.
I sit opposite Callie but because the booths aren't very big, my legs end up either side of hers. Mikey and Morgan start talking instantly and since I'm itching to have a drink, I offer to go and order.
"I'll come with." Callie pleads and I nod.
"I'm not third-wheeling whatever the fuck is going on there." She explains as we approach the bar.
"Fair enough."
Once we get our drinks we walk back to the bar and I make sure that she's walking in front of me.
I don't really care for going out a lot. I prefer to stay at home with my sister and my mum to watch movies or hanging out with Mikey but I find myself really enjoying.
Morgan, Callie's friend is very nice and they seem to get along very well. I'm just happy that Callie's moving on with her life after that asshole and Morgan seems to be supporting her very well.
