You Can't Hide Forever (boyxboy)

Chapter 33

*Oliver's POV*

Today was another one of those days where I snapped at anyone who did something wrong. I found most of the days following the kiss making me feel this way. Mickael had a solution, well order. If I didn't do what he said he was not going to allow me to lead an important mission. I had a feeling the mission was the assassination of the Syndicate's leader, Argos.

I needed to be on that, I couldn't let the Dirty Hands down and allow Simba's dirty hands to, pun intended, do the dirty work. I have nothing against Simba's dirty hands; over the last few months we got closer as one unit instead of two. It's just we have to be one in a mission and we wouldn't be able to do that if I couldn't help lead.

So here I was, in the training room wearing my usual training gear: a pair of black track pants, and a black t-shirt. I told everyone not to come in and to spread the word. I didn't want anyone making me angrier than I was. I also didn't want to take out my anger on other people, they did nothing to me.

I was mostly angry at myself, and of course Jax. I could understand where he was coming from. I just wish we actually had a conversation on it instead of ignoring each other for these last couple of weeks. It was honestly ridiculous.

I don't remember the time I came in here but I was at the point of heavy breathing. It must have been a couple of hours at least.

The chains rattled as my fists connected with the punching bag multiple times.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

The anger was still in my body and each punch I thought of why I was angry.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Kissing Jax obviously was not a smart thing to do.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

He clearly did not want my affections.

Bang.

I paused slightly, but to someone untrained they wouldn't have known. Someone came into the training room and locked the door. I kept up with the punches slightly increasing my speed and force. I didn't want to snap at that person, whoever it was.

I didn't say anything knowing it could be Mickael and if I snapped it would only be proving I couldn't handle the mission.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Oliver Cooper couldn't handle a mission. I almost scoffed aloud at that.

Since I wasn't training with anybody the bag swung back and forth but I didn't care. I needed this anger out of my body so I could actually have a conversation with someone other than Jackson's dogs, Mickael or Simba. Simba and Mickael wouldn't take my shit; they would actually 'put me in my place.'

The person that walked grabbed the bag on both sides allowing me to get more proper punches in. The bag swung into their stomach.

I didn't speak.

The wrapping of the person's hands looked very, very similar to my own. I knew it wasn't Olivia because her wrapping was almost the same as Mickael's. Jackson it was then.

"You know what would be good? Animal crackers. That's the best power snack while training," Jackson finally spoke up. I could tell by the sound of his voice he was smiling to himself.

I scoffed but a hint of a smile touched my face. It was the first smile in a while no matter how small. Jackson peaked around the bag. I stopped punching and held the bag on its side. He got the hint and started punching.