Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 24

Your POV

"Hey Guess what" Ethan walks into the locker room, a large smile on his still-tattered face.

"What?"

The room was silent as your were slowly closing the locker you had shoved your gym bag into. Ethan's face contorts into slight sadness, "no. You were supposed to guess" he whines comically.

"Well, i'm no good at guessing so why don't you just tell me" you ask, quirking up your eyebrow at the shirtless, muscled teen.

He raises his hand, showing it to you, "i'm all clear. Doc just said it's good to go."

You smile along with him and grab his hand, using it to pull him closer to you. "That's fantastic."

He hums in satisfaction, "i'm glad you think so."

His arms wrap around you to pull your body in closer to his own. His muscular chest was firm and warm, so you placed your head on it lightly. The soft booming of his heart made you happier. Ethan, in general, made you happier.

He may be your dad's prodigy boxer, but he was your theif of hearts. You just hoped he'd never use it at a punching bag...

"Where's your Dad at?" He questions with his chin resting on top of your head. It was comforting.

"I think he's-"

The door opens and slams as soon as you started talking, answering your question. It was nearly four in the morning, Wednesday, so no one else would be awake and here. "Here" you finish, smiling up at him.

You still had no clue what to call him. The two of you were not official. You were barely a thing. The only people who knew were you, him, and your dad.

"Ethan" your Dad calls through the gym. You groan in annoyance and let go from the embrace he held you in, as did he.

"Go" you tell him, pushing his large bicep away from you.

He smirks at your awful attempt at forcefully moving him. He barely fucking budged. "I'll go when i get a kiss from my favorite girl."

You roll your eyes and step closer to him, on your tip-toes. The soft skin of your lips connected with his. The scab of his busted lip brushed against your bottom lip which caused a shock to surge through your mind.
You gasped involuntarily and he pulled away, "sorry." He whispered.

"It's fine, baby. Go kick ass" you assure him, successfully pushing him this time. A large grin made itself at home on his face and he walked out to greet your dad.

The immediate sound of gloves against a heavy punching bag filled the air before you could even exit the locker room. Ethan was already hard at work. His dedication to the sport was intimidatingly strong. He basically lived, breathed, even slept boxing.

You smile instantly once your gaze lands on him. His sharp jaw muscle was clenching and unclenching as he drove his fists into the bag. He was relentless with his hands. It was a merciless thing to witness. “Watch your feet” your Dad calls to him. Your gaze then sets onto his footwork, seeing that it had improved since you taught him that one day in the ring.

“There ya go, arms locked” he shouts.

You take a seat at one of the benches, feeling a surge of nervousness and worry spread through your body like wildfire.

This fight he is preparing for, is completely unethical. A world champion, picking on a boy from New Jersey. How is that even fair? Ethan doesn't have nearly as much experience as Collin does. As much as a douchebag as he is, you didn't think Collin would voluntarily pick on guys who could barely stand a chance.

Not that you didn't believe Ethan could take it, but no one knows him. Everyone in the boxing world knows Collin McClarky. So he'll be cheered on while Ethan has you, Hal and your dad to cheer him on.

Ethan glances at you for what seems like a split second before your father scolds him, “keep your eyes on your opponent, Ethan.”

“Okay” he accepts, listening finally.

“She won’t save you if you’re in the ring getting your ass kicked, understand?”

Ethan just nods in his direction, pausing for a second before asking, “can Y/n and i try dodging practice?”

Your dad stops for a second, "yeah sure." His face was surprised, yet confused at the same time. Almost as if he wasn't expecting that to come up.

You know right now isn't the ideal time for a distraction for Ethan, so you were hesitant at first. But once his hazel eyes turned to look at you, a smile on his lips, you couldn't say no. "Fine" you smirk at him, rolling your eyes a bit to show your annoyance with him. Your legs carry you to the rack where the gloves and helmets are. You pick out the flat ones for punches only, and a regular pair for Ethan to use.

Your dad headed back to his office, where important paperwork and a mini-fridge kept him occupied.

Ethan was already in the ring, shaking out his arms to release tension in his shoulders. He bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up his muscles.

"Here" you say as you make it to the outer area of the ring. You hand them up to him and he takes them, smiling down at you- still. He puts them on, but doesn't lace them up.

"I need help with these" he claims, when you know damn well he could do it himself.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. What? Do you want me to break my wrists?"

You sigh at him, very loudly, and climb into the ring. He stands directly in front of you, watching your nimble fingers tighten the laces around his wrists in seconds. Once you're done with one, you tap the glove so he knows to switch.

It was an odd habit that you picked up from your dad. He always used to do it to you, and now he does it with his fighters.

After lacing up the second one, you turn around to grab your flat gloves off of the mat. A small breeze was felt behind you as you stood back up. The cold outer shell of Ethan's gloves lightly rested on your hips, under your t-shirt.

His warm chest was against your back, comforting you in ways you never knew you could be. It was a safe haven for you, being in his arms.

"I love you" he whispers in your ear. A straight shiver shoots down your spine and you smile ahead, seeing only the dark walls with motivational posters.

His head nuzzles into your neck and his soft, yet rough lips kiss your neck softly. You let out a small sigh of satisfaction, feeling nothing but bliss in this very moment. "I love you too, Killer."

He starts to laugh a little and pulls away, turning your body to face him. "Let's do this."

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Ethan's POV

Training wasn't so bad today.

Y/n and Fred said i did really well, for someone who's nerves are all over the fucking place.

I was thinking about how many people would be watching, as well as how badly i could be hurt.

McClarky isn't just a kid from Southside.

He's a professional boxer- and i'm fully aware of that. There was no escaping the tragic outcomes that littered my mind.

The only thing keeping me going was the idea of beating-out the one man everyone is always afraid to fight. The one man who has held a championship for five years. The one man- who i still have no clue why- picked me, out of everyone.

It just had to be me.

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