Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 21

Kaylee's P.O.V.

Today is the day of my second fight. I'm a little nervous, but mostly just excited. I make my way to the gym and make my way inside. I'm greeted by Mark, and to my surprise, Ashton. I knew he was coming, I just didn't know he was coming early.

"Funny to see you here." He winks and hugs me. I pull away and he gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

I give a shy smile and head to my locker room. Ashton and I have been okay lately. But we haven't really done anything to enforce an argument either. Now come to think of it, we haven't really hung out too much, but that's because I've been practicing for this fight. I don't really know where he's been while I was gone, but I don't really care to ask either. I guess you could say I trust him, but its mostly because my mind has been focused on other things. I kind of feel weird in the relationship we're in, but I really don't want it to end at the same time.

I make my way back to the practice room, shaking all these thoughts from my head as I focus on my goal. I don't really have much to worry about, since I'm advanced in my division, but its still nice to believe I have a chance at losing, and how I will avoid it.

After I'm done warming up, Mark sends me to the locker room to take a break. Right before I get there, my arm is gently, but forcefully taken in somebody's hand. I turn to see Ashton smiling at me and I lightly smile back. He pulls me into a hug and sighs.

"What's wrong?" I ask, in a sympathetic tone.

"Nothing. I just can never get enough of your hugs." He admits and looks down. I slap his chest playfully.

"I'm sure." I tease. He pulls my face to his, his eyes piercing into mine.

"Kaylee, regardless of what you believe, I care about you. I just want you to be okay. And hopefully, I don't have to step in and teach a bitch a lesson." He starts of serious and then jokes cause he knows I hate it when I'm about to fight. I nod and laugh. "Okay, so don't make me come in fight you, k bitch?" He says in a gay voice and I push him away.

"I'm not a bitch!" My jaw drops offensively. He raises his eyebrow at me and smiles mischievously. "Okay! Not all the time at least." I admit. He laughs and pulls me back in.

"You're not a bitch, I was kidding." He kisses my forehead.

"I know I am sometimes, every girl can be. Just like any guy can be a dick." I laugh into his chest.

"Am I supposed to admit to that?" He questions.

"No, but I won't hesitate to tell you when you're being one." I winked at him and rushed into the locker room.

"Dammit Kaylee!" He mumbles and I hear foot steps behind me.

Before I can turn around, anxious hands grab my hips, turning me around, and pinning me against a wall. He forces his lips to mine, putting passion and need into every second his lips are moving with mine. I pull away and look at him, then laugh.

"Don't do that again." He joked.

"Yes, master." I teased back.

"You know I'm not like that." He seems hurt.

"Take a joke, softy." I smile at him as he laughs. The way he throws his head back and nails his eyes shut, makes me smile even wider.

He kisses my nose, then passionately kisses my lips once more before smiling to me and leaving. I smile to myself and think about him for a minute before clearing my head and jumping up and down getting prepared for my fight again, even though I didn't need to due to the events that just took place.