Him:
As we walk away from the fight, I can still feel the remnants of the adrenaline rush running through my body. I'm tired, my muscles sore from the fight, and I'm still trying to regain control of my breathing.
Maya's hand on my arm is the only source of comfort and grounding that I have, reminding me that it's over now, that I can calm down. I lean on her a bit, thankful for her presence.
"Nico... we should call an ambulance for him." Maya breaks the silence between us.
I shake my head, even though I know she's right. "No," I reply shortly, my voice still a bit shaken, "He'll be fine. He won't need an ambulance."
"You almost killed him." She states.
I wish I had.
I let out a sigh and run a hand through my hair, trying to push away the feeling of his bones breaking under my fist. "I didn't almost kill him," I say defensively, "I just... lost control for a moment."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She bites out.
I can feel my emotions rising again as she speak, anger and defensiveness mixing together inside of me.
"Nothing is wrong with me," I snap back, my voice still tense. "I just defended you from that asshole, you should be fucking thanking me."
She scoffs before she talks, now raising her voice slightly. "Thanking you?! God... Nico, I... I can't deal with this right now, just place an anonymous call and let's get out of here."
She's driving me crazy.
Fighting with her is useless. I nod, take my phone out of my pocket and quickly dial the emergency services, placing an anonymous call about a fight and injuries sustained.
"Let's leave before he wakes up." Maya says pointing at Dylan's unconscious body behind me.
I turn to look at him and I almost wince, maybe I went too hard on him. And now that the adrenaline is leaving my body, I can feel my muscles aching and my mind getting foggy.
I start to walk to my bike but Maya grabs my sleeve and pulls me back. "Are you crazy?" She asks in an amused tone. "Do you really plan on driving right now?"
I stumble a bit as I'm pulled back, a surprised look on my face. I hadn't thought about it, but now that she mentions it, I realize that I'm not in the right state to ride a motorcycle right now.
"I'll call an Uber." She states as she pulls out her phone and makes the call.
I nod and I lean against the nearest wall, my breathing is still heavy but I can feel my heart rate slowing down to a healthy rhythm. I still don't know what the hell happened, I've never lost control like that.
I look down at myself, noticing the state of my hands and my clothes for the first time. My knuckles are bruised and bloody, my shirt torn and stained with sweat and blood, I don't know if it's mine or Dylan's.
We wait for the Uber in awkward silence, Maya doesn't say a word, the tension between us is heavy and I feel the need to apologize for my actions.
"I... I'm sorry," I mutter quietly, looking down at my hands.
"What the hell happened, Nico?"
I sigh heavily, running a shaky hand through my hair. "I don't know," I say bitterly, "He was just pissing me off. Talking all that bullshit and calling you a.... " I stop myself before I can finish the sentence, I can't bring myself to repeat his words.
"Next time just control yourself better, god... that could've been a lot worse." She mutters.
"For who?" I ask. "For him? I can't believe you still care about that jerk, eres increíble, Maya."
