Riley and the Boxers | ✔️

Three

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T H R E E

"Right, left, down! Right, left, down!" Tristan repeated the words a dozen times as I obediently punched the circular shields placed in his hands.

A few days passed after confirming the deal with Chance and it couldn't have been better. I was getting along at school, Orio and I grew closer and closer and it turned out he had a crush named Jackson. Jackson was one of the jocks who loved to brag about girls and lived for football, but he seemed nice and they both seemed to be really close as well. With that being said, I wondered if Jackson knew Orio was gay?

Meh, i'll just leave it, it wasn't any of my business anyway. Nothing that special had happened so far, but the date with Skylar was just around the corner. And boy, I couldn't deny the fact I was more than just excited for it.

"Stop!" Tristan commanded as I did so, collapsing onto the floor and breathing with my all. Wearing a sweatshirt and trousers while boxing? Yeah, I needed a shower. "Alright, let's test your punches for real." He announced before looking far behind me. "Skylar! Come over here!"

My breath got caught in my throat. Shoot, what?! What was he going to do? Oh my apologies, I forgot to mention that I was avoiding Skylar until the night of the dance... Or so I planned. I mean come on, faking to be 'Melinda Hills,' someone i'm not, don't you think it would make me feel guilty? Although I do, I can't help but crave to try. Besides, who would throw away the chance to win a total hottie's heart?

My hopes failed me, causing my brain to shatter into pieces at Tristan's next few words.

"Riley, punch Skylar as hard as you can."

Oh oops, I spoke too soon because heck, the next few words didn't make it any better.

"Oh, and remember to aim for his face."

Muttering profanities under my breath, I knew I couldn't escape from it. Hell-to-the-no would I even dare by Tristan's intimidating glare! I could already feel the hairs on my un-shaved arms standing dead-straight up under my sweatshirt. I even suddenly felt dry and let me tell you this: Tristan's workouts were awfully sweat-worthy.

I had two reasons why I wanted to protest; firstly, I basically was attracted to Skylar - player or not, I just couldn't even resist him. His face was too perfect to let go! And I certainly didn't want to be the reason to his suddenly demented face.

Secondly, I'm sure nobody wants their date looking painfully bruised! I want the date to be funny and romantic and enjoyable - again, surely not to be reminded of the fact I was the reason to his harmed face.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to tell Tristan exactly that, since both reasons were related to the fact that I am a girl.

I squealed under my breath as Skylar swung his long, model-like legs over the ring and appearing right in front of me. His charming smile shone on his face as his eyes shifted from mine to Tristan. "What's up?"

Aw, he seemed so innocent.

Tristan, on the other hand, looked as if he was a devil who broke loose. Probably was. He snarled before repeating to Skylar, "I'm going to get Riley to punch you in your pretty little face, okay kiddo?"

Skylar glared at him in utter shock for a split second before smirking and shrugging. "Sure, why not let the dork win for once?" Didn't he care to look good in front of me tomorrow? He turned to me, jumping slightly. "Come on weakling, punch me as hard as you ca-"

Pow.

Oh well, he asked for it.

I opened my eyes to see my arm still positioned straight in the air. My vision lingered on Skylar for a moment before I gasped. Holy mother of crap balls, did I really punch him or did Chuck Norris just come and go?