The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 21

Just Another Tiny Time Jump
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•Michael•

Preparing For This Fight Has Been Rigorous. I Don't Want This To Be My Second Loss In A Row. I'll Be Fighting A Guy Named Shemar Youth. He's A Heavy Weight Along With Me. I've Seen A Few Of Shemar's Fight And The Kid Is Pretty Good. He Only 22 And Is Really Going Places. Apparently I'm The Person He Looks Up To. I Just Fought Nick Steven, One Of The Guys I Looked Up To And Now This. Life Is Funny Sometimes.

I Was In The Gym Doing Some Drills When I Saw Justin, Naomi's New Guy Come In. He Didn't Even Notice Me. He Started Lifting Weights. I Went Over To The Hanging Speedbag And Started Working On That. I Kept My Eye On Him.

"Yo Mike, You Tryna Break That Thing." Herman Said As He Was Walking Up To Me.

I Looked At Him, Back At Justin Then Back At Him.

"Nah Man, Just Working."

"Uh Oh What's Wrong?"

He Looked Over To Where I Previously Glanced. "Who's He?"

"Justin, Naomi's Ex."

"And He's What's Got You Riled Up."

My Neck Snapped Back. "Riled Up? I Just Zoned Out For A Moment."

"Yeah Okay. I Hope Your Not Still In Love With That Girl."

"Of Course Not. Naomi Tried To Ruin My Life."

"Good. Well Not The Ruin Your Life Part. You Know What I Mean."

"Where's Charlie."

"Oh You Haven't Head, He Got His Lady Pregnant."

"Word?" I Asked Shocked "That Man Can Still Shoot?"

Herman Laughed. "I Guess So And You Know She's Only Like 28 Or Something."

"Awe Yeah. I Don't Know How His 59 Year Old Ass Ended Up With Her."

"You Know Models Always Look For Sugar Daddies And Shit."

"That's Her Sugar Grandpa Herman."

We Both Laughed.

"Mike You A Fool. Nigga I Ain't Seen You Do A Push Up In Like 2 Months. I Want 10 Reps."

"Right Now?"

"Right Now."

"Damn Herman, You Dirty For That."

I Got Down And Did The Reps For Him. He Just Wanted To Be Petty. Yunno, You Talk About Old People In Front Of An Old Person And They Get Offended.

After Doing A Few More Drills With Herman I Finally Went Home. With The Fight Only Being In 4 Days, I Was Ready. When I Got Home, Sterling Was In The Kitchen Making Himself Something To Eat. Chelsea Took Him Back And Kicked Him Right Back Out Again. I Laugh Everytime Because She's Just Fucking Crazy. Mans Don't Even Be Doing Shit But Always Getting Kicked Out And This Nigga Always Come To My House.

"Everytime I See You, You Eating." I Told Him.

"Aye Don't Be Scaring Me Like That, You Better Make Yourself Known When You Come In. Clap Or Whistle Or Some Shit."

I Just Stared At Him Blankly. "Nigga This My House. Matter Of Fact When Was The Last Time You Talked To Chelsea, Go Home."

He Gasped Dramatically. "You Putting Me Out? It Be Ya Own People."

"You Stupid." I Said Laughing.

The Day Of The Fight I Was In My Dressing Room And My Team Was Hyping Me Up. We Were Acting A Fool. I Had Sterling And Chad With Me Along With Herman, Charlie And Two Of My Bodyguards, Deon And Brick. A Knock On The Door Interrupted Us. Brick Opened The Door But His Big Ass Was In The Way So I Couldn't See Who It Was. He Stepped To The Side Revealing That Small Familiar Frame. She Walked In And I Walked Over To Her Giving Her A Hug. She Was Wearing A White Button Up With Ruffles At The Ends Of The Sleeves And Around The Neck Line, Jeans And White Wedges. My Girl Fine.