boxer ⋆ luke hemmings ✔️

21. ;-)

"You ready?" Jack asked him, setting his hands on Luke's broad shoulders. The boxer jumped restlessly from one foot to the other, hyperactive and itching to get the rounds over and done with.

"Yeah,"

"Remember. Swing first, think later," his brother advised, "No looking to your sides, you'll get thrown off. Ashton's best at what?"

"Uppercut,"

"Lowercut," Jack corrected, frowning, "Luke, I'm going to need you to concentrate. What's the matter with you? You look like you're not all there,"

"Look, I'm fine, alright?" Luke frowned absentmindedly, looking over his trainer's shoulder and at the backroom door, "Goddamnit,"

"What?"

"Where is she?" he murmured, his face of concentration, focus and determination all quickly fading into worry.

Jack just sighed, automatically knowing the main cause of his unease, "Quit thinking about the girl for like, a second, alright? You can fall in love with her or whatever later. You've got a match right now to take care of,"

"A trial match."

"A match all the same. Monitors your progress, makes sure you're fit enough to still fight at the R," he crossed his arms, trying to stay in Luke's line of vision, "This is a very big deal, Hemmo. Even if you don't think so,"

"I'll be alright, yeah? Don't worry about me," Luke said. He then sucked in a short breath, still looking at the shut door with furrowed brows, "What if she got lost?"

"Oh my god, mate. Drop it for a second-"

"Becky!" Luke yelled, interrupting Jack quite rudely as he caught sight of the young woman.

She was as tipsy as anything, stumbling against the wall in her ring-girl gear with a giggle falling from her lips.

He cringed at the sight of her, but he had no choice but to spark conversation; she was the only one around who'd come back from where Sophie suddenly disappeared off to.

"Luke!" she shouted back, waving, "What's up?"

"Have you seen Sophie?"

"Sophie?" she hiccuped, confused for a second before her eyes finally lit up, "Oh, yeah! I have. Looks gorgeous in her new outfit, doesn't she?"

He disregarded the second half of her comment, for he wasn't entirely sure what she meant, "Yeah, fucking beautiful. Where is she?" he was ready to push past her, eyes trained on the backroom door that he'd willingly go through himself to find Sophie if he had to.

But Becky placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from doing so.

"Not so fast, boxer boy," she rolled her eyes, hiccuping yet again, "You'll see her soon,"

"Who's with her?" Luke couldn't help his endless string of questions, for his stomach was actually turning at the thought of Sophie being uncomfortable around people she barely knew.

"Relax. She's with the girls,"

"Ashley?"

"Not exactly-" Luke made a move to walk away again, but Becky just sighed, pulling him back, "She's with Estelle, fixing her make up. Jess is doing her hair,"