Jack
My body was drenched in sweat and I give the last punch to the sand bag, sending Noah groaning in pain. “Fuck you, Jack.” He cursed, stroke his red cheek.
I laugh at him and help him standing up. When he takes my hand, he tackled my leg making me fall into the mat with my face. My instinct knocked up and quickly kicked his side and spins our body so I was the one on top of him.
“Nice try, Williams.” He snorted and elbowed my side. “Two point for me.”
I groan in pain. He takes it as his chances and flips me over; he cocked his eyebrow at me. “Not good enough, Parker. Three points for me!”
Cheating bastard. He’s been doing this since he’s eight, while I’m only doing this for about two years. I decided to do boxing a few months after the accident, that’s when I met Noah. He’s my mentor when I first got here, even back then I really hate him for his cruel sadistic way of training. Sometimes, I can’t believe that we’re at the same age.
He’s quiet tall even I still taller than him about an inch. He had that short dirty blonde hair and always been messy like mine, but I’m not blonde for sure. Damn he got that eight pack three months ahead than me, he make sure to tease me while I’m working hard to have those pack as fast as I could.
He didn’t go to college but he takes the online classes so he can go next year. He didn’t say the reason why and I’m not interested to press the subject further, same like he didn’t press the subject why I start boxing at first and why I’m not taking college. Shortly, we get along really well.
One thing that I know about him; is that he had one sister and that boy like her sister way too much. He said that he start boxing because he wanted to protect his sister, I surely laugh at this but he only shoved me and chug another drink.
We’re close; we often hang out and often go to parties together. Even we never go to each other house; we often ended up crash at the gym and played video game all night long at the back room.
“So, where are you last Saturday?” he asked. “Rob told me that you call off the match.”
Wiping my sweat off, I take a seat next to him. “I need to be somewhere else.”
He gulped his Gatorade down and gives me a look. “Yeah? That important until you ditch the match?”
I roll my eyes at him. “I do have life, you know.”
He punched me on my arm. “Don’t talk to me like I don’t have one.” He retorted.
I laugh and ditch my wet towel to my duffel bag, “I need to be somewhere else. My old man needs me.” I said pulling my shirt over my head.
My mind roaming to the night I met the girl. Damn this girl had left me hanging for this whole two weeks; it’s like the picture of her in that pink dress keep haunting my mind. Her smile, her soft voice; the way she stands up for herself and the way she blushed over my words. I mentally curse myself, why am I turning into a chick?
Noah is laughing beside me, I give him an annoyed look when he clutching his stomach because he laughing so hard.
“What the hell, man?”
He shakes his head and pretends to wipe his tears away. “Your face, God it’s hilarious.”
I scrunched at his words. “What?”
Seeing my confuse face, he laughed at me again until I smack him on his head. “Don’t Gibbs me, you shit face.” He scowled.
My turn to laugh, “So, who is she?”
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Angels of Snow
Roman pour Adolescents"You're not as bad as people said." I looked up to him. He shrugged in return, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But I don't care what people think about me. I care about what you're thinking about me." he said. My cheek heated up instantly, and suddenly...
