Love, Kayla

[ 4 ] : "Are we really.. gonna be partners?"

C H A P T E R  F O U R

"My man!" Joe exclaimed as he saw Brenton coming his way. They did their signature 'man hug' as Joe led Brenton to a secluded area filled with other males who were busy punching some hanging punch bags while some were indulging a fist fight inside the ring.

Brenton inhaled the familiar masculine scent. As the scent reached his nostrils, he felt adrenaline rush through his veins. His knuckles were shaking in excitement as he imagined them to make contact with an enemy. The dripping of blood, the howls of pain, and the sound of crushing bones made Brenton's thoughts go excitedly wild.

Brenton went his way to a storage area where he placed his bag as he took out a white tank top and some shorts. He took no time in stripping his current clothing as he changed into his picked ones. He wrapped
his knuckles with protective gear as he strode his way to the punching bags and started to fist his knuckles into them. The bag flew backwards as Brenton continuously threw powerful punches. While doing this activity, his mind was somewhere else focused-and it was her.

He remembered the first time he met her. How heartless and blinded he was through his anger. He almost snapped her arm in half. And because of what? She bumped into him unintentionally? How stupid of him, he thought. It wasn't like she did that purpose.

Stupid twat. He thought.

And then they met the second time este the most awkward one in his life. The thought of him punching her friend without knowing the real situation.. wow, he really did it. That was when the time when he saw how she fumed in anger at him.
Well, who wouldn't get angry? He punched her friend out of no where and to think he was forcing her just to touch a crawling worm. He slightly chuckled at the thought. He imagined how adorable she was, scared of a little wriggling creature.

Finally comes the third time they met which happened a few hours ago. That moment, in a first time and forever, he felt sudden mere joy in that time. He felt her care and concern reach his heart when she offered her sandwich to him. It was at that moment when he felt his heart flutter at such kind gesture. Though he had hurt her the first time they met, still, she wasn't angry at him for reminding her recent injury. And that made Brenton think that she was special. She was far different from the others.

As he drifted away from his thoughts, he did a powerful punch that sent the bag flying, and freeing from its chain. He retired from the present position he was in as he decided to indulge a fist fight. He went his way to the ring as he called his good ol' buddy Joe.

"What's up?" Joe asked.

Brenton quirked one brow as he swiftly darted his eyes to the ring then back to Joe, signalling that he's up for a bloody fight. Joe got his message as he tried to find and call a promising opponent for Brenton.

Brenton, who was known as one of the man with iron knuckles and deadly punches, he could crush a weakling in mere second. That's why Joe was eager to look for a worthy enemy for him to get things interesting.

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Full of bruises, scratches, and bandages, Brenton entered the school with bloodshot eyes and a raging storm radiating off from his system. He had spent almost till midnight indulging fist fights in a secret area where only people like him could only access.

As students recognized his presence, they quickly and gradually left the hallway
letting Brenton access the wide space to himself. He took no time in heading his way to his designed locker as his fingers fiddled with the lock. As it opens, he took out his chemistry and math-related books as he strode his way to the classroom. He went to his expected seat. As he got hold of his bag, his eyes landed on a familiar pair of blue eyes that had him stunned.