BOXER

thirteen

There was something about her. There was a lot of things about her, actually.

She was the first girl he had met since he broke up with his ex-girlfriend that he actually enjoyed being around, rather than just sticking around to fuck. He wasn't even too sure that she liked him and his company, but God he could not get enough of her.

Of course he had thought she was pretty since they met, even if she was a crying mess that night. But now that he had the chance to view all of her when she wasn't in a destroyed state, he could officially declare her as the most beautiful piece of art he had ever viewed.

Her hair was a rich shade of mahagony. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection.

And he wanted her.

He tried to hide this as much as possible, as they hadn't even known each other for a full week yet and he wasn't going to risk scaring her away so soon. Thank god Brielle was completely oblivious.

It had been a year since Luke had been in a serious relationship, so the only thoughts he really had about girls were how good their ass looked and how nice it would look as they bent over on their knees in front of him.

Though the thoughts he had about Brielle were different. Of course he had occasional dirty ones, like when they had danced and her boobs were pressed up against his chest, right there in all their glory for him to view. But that wasn't all.

He wanted to do cute shit with her, like hold hands and take dumb pictures. He wanted to shower her with kisses and listen to music with her (of which she probably didn't listen to the same bands as him, but of course he wanted to introduce her.)

God, he was fucking whipped and he barely knew her.

If Michael was aware of even half the thoughts he was having, Luke wouldn't hear the end of it. He couldn't let anyone know he felt this way. At least not at the moment.

Brielle was currently sat on the edge of the pool table in the arcade, as Luke leaned against it next to her. They attempted to play a game, although they decided to stop once Luke accidentally poked himself in the eye with the cue, almost making himself go blind.

"What time is it?" Brielle asked as she dangled her legs. They had been in the arcade for quite some time now, although neither Sam nor Michael had come to find them.

"It's almost 9," Luke replied, shoving his phone back into his front pocket. "You wanna do something else?"

Brielle was completely exhausted, and was in for another energy draining day. The only reason she came out in the first place was because Sam was her best friend and she wanted to fall through with her plans. Unfortunately it didn't end that way.

"Nah, I have work tomorrow."

Luke nodded. Judging off her apartment, he implied that whatever job she had was pretty important if she was able to afford something so luxurious. He wasn't used to having his parents pay for everything, so the idea of that didn't even come into his head.

"Yeah, I have to train tomorrow too."

Brielle jumped off the pool table and gave him a concerned look.

"You're gonna try to box again with that jaw?" She wondered, getting a nice view of his injury. The unusual color had faded, although it still looked painful.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I already took two days off and I have a match next weekend, so I can't not train." He shrugged.

"Holy shit, Luke. You really took a beating last time. I think you need to take some time to rest or something."