I lift up the corner of the beaten up mattress and shove today's Government notes underneath. My eyes graze over the pages from past classes before I let the mattress flop back down, securing my secret into place. I sigh and push my hair back. Rolling my shoulders loose, I leave my room.
I grab an Xbox controller and take a seat on the floor. No one else is here yet, and the apartment is far too silent for my taste. So I turn on the television and immediately crank up the volume of Grand Theft Auto. I'm three races in when the door opens behind me.
"Hey man!" Dominic shouts. I raise one hand in a half-hearted wave before quickly dropping it back down. He moves over to the floor next to me.
"I'm joining next race," he says, scooping up a controller. I just nod and cross the finish line. Dominic joins and I begrudgingly turn down the volume.
"So I was talking with Kayla today." I try not to cringe.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah and I've determined, I'm gonna hit that."
"That wasn't already determined?" I scoff.
"It was considered. But she was wearing this tank top that showed off all of her assets. And her bra was bright red, which was definitely something you had to see. So, there is no way I can say no now." Why am I here?
"Okay."
"What about you? You going after her too?" La La? I snort.
"Definitely not." Dominic throws me a sidelong glance.
"No?" He laughs. "More for me then." He shrugs. I frown and slam my thumb down on the controller. I don't think so.
"She won't go for the likes of you." I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, begging for a challenge, but I don't give him the satisfaction.
"Oh 'cause you know her so well, don't you?"
"I know she's gotta be smart," I retort. Shut up, idiot.
"You forget she hangs out with us, by choice. She is going to be in my lap sooner or later." I can't seem to help the clenching of my jaw or my car on the screen as it slams into a building. I keep my face disinterested as the car goes up in flames.
"I'll be holding my breath."
"I'm counting on it." We lapse into an oddly tense silence. The races on the game gradually get more intense, until we are no longer playing for the checkered flag. We ram our cars into each other, hoping for one of us to loose control and spins out. Behind us the door opens.
"Whoa, what's going on here?" Jax asks.
"Just a casual kicking of Kyle's ass!" Dominic hollers. I cross the checkered line and turn towards him.
"You were saying?"
"Oh shut up and rematch," Dominic mutters.
"Maybe later," I answer tossing the controller down in front of me and standing up. Jax scoops it up and takes my place. I head down the hall and into my bedroom. It's sheer boredom that forces me to pull off my boots and clothes to change into a black muscle tank top and some gray gym shorts. The same boredom forces me to leave the apartment and head to the basement. I tape up my hands as I go.
I toss the tape to the ground then I step up to the bag and roll out my shoulders. I take a deep breath, then a swing. I force my attention to stay on my technique. Trying to perfect the tiny errors I manage to catch in my form. A slight tweak to the angle of my fist and another punch whacks the bag. I shift my weight and throw another punch. A make a few more tweaks and then slowly I let my control slip.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
