The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 4: Liking it too much

Justin's POV:

Beating the shit out of the punching bag isn't the same as connecting my fist to actual flesh, but it did the trick this time.
I worked the heavy bag like it was my own personal bitch.
A bitch named Asher Monti.
My forearms were burning and my fists were numb by the time I was done.
Dripping in sweat and out of breath, I grabbed my water bottle and chugged.
I needed a shower and some food.
Hopefully O'Malley had something to eat in his kitchen.
Walking to the shower room, I actually felt more relaxed.
Being here in the middle of the night, by myself was calming.
I stripped out of my sweat soaked shorts and t-shirt, tossing them on the bench.
Turning the water on, all the way to H.
I liked feeling the burn against my body when first getting under the spray.
To me, it was a good type of pain.
The hot water always made me feel more alive.
And being alone, encased in steam...
I finally allowed myself to be normal and began to sing in the shower.
Which I would never admit to know one, hence the "Alone" part.
My brain was like an unpredictable jukebox when it came to music.
Tonight in the steam, it flipped to a classic.
And without realizing, I just let the song come off my lips.
"You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove."
Once I left this shower, I would go back to being the guy with the chip on his soldier.
For now, I was free.
Until I heard a small gasp from behind me.
I wasn't alone.
Someone was watching me and in about 2 seconds they were gonna realize that was a big mistake.
Who the fuck walks in on a naked guy just trying to take a peaceful fucking shower?
I could feel my rage seeping back in.
I took in a deep breath as every muscle in my body tensed, ready to pound this stalker into the tile floor.
I pulled my soaking wet hair back and out of my eyes, and slowly turned around.
I wasn't expecting to see who was standing in front of me.
My thoughts evaporated into the steam, as my eyes took her in.
My body was on autopilot, only relying on my sense of sight.
Baby girl was standing there perfectly still.
The rise and fall of her chest being the only indicator that I wasn't hallucinating.
She was still wearing that tight satin pink mini dress from earlier.
Her hair was still in those tight little twin buns.
But the steam from the shower had her dress clinging to her like second skin.
The loose baby hairs framing her face were wet.
Fuck me.
I could feel my dick getting hard as her eyes roamed my body.
I watched as she slowly took in every inch of my exposed skin.
The way she bit her bottom lip, as her eyes landed on my erection.
It made me take a deep breath.
I couldn't control my mouth.
"Hmmmmm"
My involuntary reaction was enough to snap her gaze up.
It was enough to release the trance she had me in.
Looking straight into her eyes that matched my own, I could sense she was just as surprised to see me as I was her.
Here I was standing naked, and she was the one trying to wrap her arms around herself.
Trying to block me out.
No fucking fair.
So I found my voice and decided to piss her off.
"Like what you see, Baby girl?"
I couldn't help the smirk on my face as her innocent doe eyes turned menacing as she took in my words.
She really did hate being called "Baby girl ".
I licked my lips at the thought of pissing her off even more.
"What? Cat got your tongue?
You really took your time looking me over.
But that last little lip bite, tsk tsk.
My dick is that good, hmmm?
Wanna take a taste?"
I knew I was egging her on, but I couldn't help myself.
I grabbed onto my erection and began to slowly stroke up and down.
Patiently waiting for her to respond.
Her pupils dilated as she watched my hand moving slowly over myself.
I had her just where I wanted her.
Until I didn't.
She closed her eyes and took my power away.
"You certainly do put the "cock" in cocky.
But unfortunately I've had my full share of over inflated dicks for one day."
She turned and grabbed my towel and threw it at me.
I caught it with one hand, my other still holding on to my prized possession.
"Then why are you here?
Watching me like a stalker?
Baby girl?"
I really wanted to know.
Why was she here, in this gym at 5am...
Watching me shower.
"For the last fucking time!
My name is Kennedy.
Kennedy O'Malley, as in O'Malley's gym...
So the real question is why are you here, Justin?"
Say what?
She's related to O'Malley?
She called me Justin?
I go by Bieber or Bizzle.
Nobody except Joey calls me Justin.
Fucking Joey!
"I have a key.
Charlie gave it to me.
Is he your family?
And don't call me Justin.
I see you've been chatting with Joey.
I go by Bieber or Bizzle."
I wrapped the towel around my waist as I turned the water off and stormed past her.
Calling me Justin!
I didn't like the fact that I liked it.
And she could tell.
"I'm not calling you those dumb ass nicknames.
Your name is Justin.
And my relation to Charlie is non of your damn business.
And yes, Joseph has loose lips.
But he never mentioned how pretty you sing."
She gave me a wicked smirk and left me soaking wet and speechless.
And that just doesn't happen to me.
Ever.
I quickly threw on my clean white undershirt and boxers.
I grabbed my jeans and started after her.
I stupidly tried putting them on as I was walking and got tangled up.
The back of my head hit the floor hard as I tripped over myself.
As I laid there, one leg in my Jean's and one out...
I realized this is what embarrassment feels like.
And as I watched Kennedy approach, I knew my face was turning red.
She was trying to hide her laughter as she assessed my fallen state.
"Go ahead. Laugh away.
I'll just lay here half naked and concussed while you stare at my half dressed body."
Her small giggles turned into full on hysterical laughter.
I could feel it in my bones.
And for the first time in my life, I let go in front of someone else.
My own laughter coming out as I covered my eyes awkwardly.
"I'm sorry. It's just funny to see the King of the Cage take himself out.
The pretty boy is apparently clumsy."
She turned silent real quick.
I took a chance and peeked up at her.
She had her hand over her mouth.
Like I wasn't supposed to hear that last bit.
"You think I'm pretty?"
She didn't answer, she just reached her arm down to try and help me up.
At least we were both embarrassed now.
So I took her hand as a truce.
After I found my feet again and got my damn Jean's zipped up, she turned and walked away.
"Ken, where are you going?"
She stopped for a second, realizing that I called her by her actual name...well sort of.
"To get you some ice for that pretty little head of yours, Justin."
Fuck I liked my name on her lips.
And I couldn't help but follow her into the kitchen.
I watched as she took ice cubes and wrapped them into a dish towel.
It felt weird watching her do something so normal.
I wasn't sure what to do with myself.
"Sit down for God's sake.
Before you trip again!"
I didn't like being told what to do.
By anybody.
"Don't tell me what to do.
If I wanna stand I will!"
I crossed my arms in defiance.
This made her huff and roll her eyes.
"Justin, just sit the fuck down and let me look at your head.
Stop being so difficult."
And I did...sit down that is.
The way she called me Justin.
It was like I had no choice but to obey her words.
I could feel her body behind me as she began to move my hair with her fingers.
I didn't like feeling vulnerable like this.
Her fingers moved across the large bump that was forming on my head.
"Jesus that fucking hurt!
Can you not press down on my damn head like that!"
She placed her hands on the back of my shoulders and squeezed down. Then she leaned her face close to my left ear and whispered
"Act like a man, and not a pussy."
She had some balls...talking to me like that.
I wanted to reach behind me and grab her.
Maybe put her over my knee.
Lift up her dress and smack her ass.
Calling me a pussy.
But I liked the way she said it.
Who the fuck am I?
She walked away again.
"Where are you going now?"
God I sounded fucking dumb.
"To get the first aide kit, baby has a boo boo."
I could hear her laughter in the next room.
Why was I letting her talk to me like this?
It had to be my head injury, had to.
I was taken out of my thoughts by a miracle.
A ham and swiss on rye was sitting before me, I forgot how hungry I was.
I had half of the sandwich devoured and was gulping the accompanying can of coke, when Kennedy came back into the room.
She let out a dramatic gasp.
"Take my sandwich out of your hands right now!
And put my damn coke down!
That was mine!
I'm starving!"
I liked seeing her mad.
So I slowly brought the ham and rye to my mouth and finished it off.
She just stood there with her mouth wide open as I finished the coke as well.
"That was delicious...hit the spot.
Ya know?"
I smiled and winked at her.
"Well now I'm gonna hit the spot on the back of your head, fucker.
Nobody messes with my food!
Nobody!"
Her serious face and threatening words had me laughing again for the second time tonight.
"I have something you could eat, don't want you starving and all."
She then whipped the first aide kit directly at my head.
If I hadn't ducked...I'd have been out cold.
She stormed over to the fridge and took out everything to make another sandwich.
I grabbed the ice and placed it on my throbbing head.
"Stop asking if I want to suck your damn dick...because I don't.
You take everything and make it about your dick.
It's so childish Justin."
I stuck my tongue out at her.
She wanted childish, I could do that.
"Suit yourself. Your missing out tho.
I'll never offer again.
Even when your begging for it.
The offer is off the table."
She looked up from making her sandwich.
"Good."
And I knew she was lying.
So I responded back with
"Good" as well.
Kennedy brought her sandwich over to the table and began to eat.
I just sat there icing my head watching her chew.
I didn't like the silence and I didn't like the way I liked watching her eat.
So I just started talking.
Something I never do.
"Never would I have thought I'd be sitting here at 5am, watching the girl who tried to drug me eat a sandwich.
But here I am.
I go from winning a fight, to celebrating with my boys, to watching you watch me, to almost getting drugged.
Even though that shit would have never happened.
To watching that motherfucker put his hands on you, then knocking him out.
I wanted to kill him."
She stopped eating and bit down on her bottom lip again.
"Don't do that Baby gi...I mean Kennedy.
Just eat your damn sandwich.
Your annoying, but you probably already know that.
She wanted to interrupt me, but I didn't allow it.
I went on with my word vomit.
Because apparently I'm a pussy.
Just like she said.
"Look, I have anger issues.
And I was out of control after I left you with Joey.
When I get like that, I either fuck or fight.
It's the only way to get it out.
Fucking didn't do shit.
So I ended up here.
Charlie, the owner...he's like a father to me."
This made her choke on her sandwich.
I grabbed a coke from the fridge and made her drink. Once she wasn't choking, I went on.
"Where was I? Oh yeah, Charlie.
Well like I said, we're close.
That's why I have a key.
He lets me come work the bag at night, when I need to work shit out in my mind.
So that's what I did.
I thought I was alone.
I never sing in front of anyone, and I'm not happy you heard that.
Then your standing there watching me shower.
And now I have a head injury, which I assume is making me act like this.
Who knew I could be such a pussy."
I nervously smiled at her and nudged her shoulder.
"I just don't get how or why your sitting here.
And why someone like you would let someone like Asher do that to them.
Your obviously stubborn and strong...
So I guess...
What I'm trying to say is why?"