Blake's P.O.V
I went upstairs and changed into some boxing shorts with no shirt on because I plan on hurting my punching bag now.
I stood infront of the punching bag, thinking about all the shit that happened to me and my breathing became heavy.
My father. Punch left right.
School. Left.
Business. Right, left.
Gang. Right, left uppercut.
Mafia. Left, right.
I leaned my head against the punching bag, sweat rolling down my forehead while breathing heavily.
I straightened my posture and took off my boxing gloves.
My head snapped towards my phone that was laid on the table as it rang.
I walked towards it and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Blake? It's Hailey."
Oh the girl that made my inner beast almost go crazy? Yeah that's cool.
"What?" I snapped.
"Uh. You're supposed to pick me up for the party that I was bait for and you're late."
"Shit." I cursed under my breath.
"I'll be there." I ended the phone call and went for a quick shower.
I dried up and changed into a black dress shirt with a pair of jeans.
I grabbed my keys and wallet then rushed out of the house.
...
I knocked on her door and the door opened, revealing Hailey wearing a tight black dress that hugged her perfectly.
Suddenly all my hatred for her earlier today, shattered and I smiled.
"Beautiful." Was all I said before intertwining my hand with hers and pulling her towards the car.
I opened the door for her and she got in then I got into the car myself.
I pushed the keys into the ignition but stopped as Hailey placed her hand on my forearm.
"Stop." I looked at her while frowning.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you... Are you okay?" She asked warily.
What?
"I'm fine. What's up?" I cocked my head to the side, studying her facial expressions.
"It's just that, at school earlier today, you drove off so angrily and when you answered the phone just now, you were panting angrily but now, you're just happy?" She said but it came out as a confused question.
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