The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 2

•Michael•
I Was Listening To Party Monster By The Weeknd As I Was Going At The Punching Bag. I Have This Fight In A Week And I'm Pretty Nervous. I'm Going Up Against Nick Stevens. Right Now He's 3-0 Just For This Year. It's Only July. I Have To Beat This Man. I Was So Deep In Concentration That When I Felt Someone Grab My Shoulder I Almost Punched Them. I Stopped Myself, Taking My Headphones Out.

"You Almost Got Knocked Out Man." I Told My Best Friend Sterling As We Shook Up.

"You Was About To Crush My Skull In."

We Both Laughed.

"I See You Ready For This Fight With Stevens."

"Not Even."

"Whaaat, Nigga Look At You...No Homo. You Been Working Non Stop Lately."

"I Just- He's Good, Stevens Could Make You Or Break You. I'm Not Folding."

"Yeah Whatever. Me And Chelsea Going Out To Eat Tonight, Wanna Come."

"One, I'm Not Third Wheeling...Again. Two, I Told You Stop Fucking With That Girl, She Crazy."

"Man You Know I Love Them Crazy Chick"

"Yeah Until Yo Ass Somewhere With A Knife In Ya Chest."

Sterling Laughed. "Whatever Bro, Imma Get Up Out Here. Later."

"Aight."

I Put My Headphones Back In And Got Back To Putting In Work. I've Been Thinking A Lot. I Don't Try To, But I Think A Lot About My Parents. The Last Time I Saw Them, They Asked Me For 10 Grand. Just Stuck Their Fucking Hands Out. Didn't Call, Or Nothing Just Popped Up. Then Not Only That They Were Dressed Head To Toe In Brand Name, Like They Living The Life. I Was Definitely Pissed When I Found Out They Talked To Paparazzi About Being My Parents And What I Was Like As A Kid. Y'all Don't Even Fucking Know Me To Be Speaking On Me!

I Didn't Realize How Hard I Was Hitting The Punching Bag Till That Shit Hit Me Back. I Stopped And Took My Headphones Out Realizing That Some Of The Others Were Staring At Me. It Was Definitely Time For Me To Go Home. I Packed Up My Shit And Left. As I Got In My Car My Phone Rang. I Answered It And Stuck On It's Place In It's Holder On My Dash. It Was My Coach/Advisor.

"Michael We Better Be Ready For This Fight."

"Oh We Will Be." I Said Watching Carefully As I Pulled Out My Parking Lot And Headed Home.

"That's What I Want To Hear. I Got Some Endorsers Coming To See You Too, That's Is, If You Win...So You Better Win."

I Chuckled. "Don't Doubt Me Man."

"This Is Gonna Be Great Kid. Keep Working, I'll See You Soon."

"Aight Man, Later."

"Peace."

I Pushed The End Call Button On My Phone And Continued Home. I Didn't Live In Anything Too Special. I Liked My Small Suburban 2 Story House. Well It Wasn't That Small But It's Not What You Expect From Most 'Celebrities'.

I Pulled Into My Driveway And Went Straight In To Take A Shower. I Dropped My Bag By The Front Door And Made My Way Upstairs And To The Bathroom. After Turning The Water On I Quickly Stepped Out Of My Clothing And Hopped In.

After Showering I Made Myself Some Chili And Sat On My Couch. As I Ate I Scrolled Through Twitter, With The Tv On For Background Noise. I Saw Some People Posting With That Hashtag #JordanXStevensFight.

I Clicked On The Hashtag Seeing All The People Who Were Excited About The Fight And Posting Pics Of Their Tickets And Merch. The Tv Caught My Attention. Talk Show Host Amber Jazmine Was Talking About The Fight.

"If Y'all Want My Two Little Cent, I Think Mbj Is Going To Win. I Mean Stevens Is An Amazing Fighter And He's Been In The Game So Along But I Mean Just Look At This Machine." A Picture Of Me Popped Up Following By The Crowd Making Reaction Noises. "They Say His Punches Are So Hard That He DESTROYS Punching Bags. He Could Probably Be The Only Fighter To Give Stevens A Run For His Money. Also I Hear That Him And Girlfriend Naomi Are Done For."

Again The Crowd Made Reaction Noises And I Rolled My Eyes. Let's Just Say, Naomi Was A Bit...Much.

"Now There's A Rumor That He's Physically And Verbally Abusive. I'd Hate To Be Abused By A Man Who Could Probably Literally Knock My Head Off My Body."

I Sat Up, Furrowing My Eyebrows.

"They Say That He Man Handled Her And Beat Her Through The Whole Relationship And That's Why Things Ended."

"That's Bullshit!" I Yelled At The Tv.

"I Hope It's Not True."

I Was No Longer Hungry. I Turned The Tv Off And Went Upstairs To Take A Nap.

When I Woke Up From My Nap I Had Text And Calls From My Coach, Sterling And A Few Other People. They Were All About The Naomi Mess. I Guess I Should Pay Her A Visit.

I Got Up And Threw On My Shoes, Making My Way Back Out The House. I Got In My Car And Drove To Her Apartment Complex. When I Got To Her Apartment I Knocked A Simple 3 Times. She Came To The Door Within A Minute. She Froze When She Saw Me.

"Michael-"

"You Telling People I Abused You."

She Looked Behind Her Then Stepped Out, Not Letting The Door Close All The Way. I Crossed My Arms

"Michael I-"

"Why Would You Lie Like That. See Something Told Me I Should Have Ended Things Before It Was Too Late. First You Pretend To Be Something Your Not, You Basically Take All My Money, Lie About Being Pregnant, Try To Stab Me And Then Tell People I'm Abusive. What The Fuck Is Wrong With You?"

"It Wasn't Me."

"Then Who Naomi?"

"My Manager."

"Manager? Fuck You Need A Manager For, You Don't Do Shit."

"I'm Modeling, And Working On A Music Album."

"Ooooh So That's What This Was. You Were Using Me For Fame."

"No Michael It Was Never Like That...Well At First But Then After The Break Up-"

"Matter Of Fact Naomi, You Good. I Hope You Have A Great Life." Was All I Could Say Before Walking Away.

"Michael!" She Called Out As I Walked Down The Hall. "I'm Sorry!"

"Fuck You."

And Then People Say I Can't Control My Anger But As You Can See I Kept Myself From Completely Blowing The Fuck Up On Her. I Fucking Hate This World Man.