His Pink Teddybear

Chapter 2

Zane

I watched him circle me, his white boxing gloves held high to protect his face. Light from the fire illuminated the space around us.

He analyzed my stance, the way I held my hands. In this moment, I let myself analyze him.

I already knew he was going to throw the first punch. A left hook to the jaw- that was his favorite. I'd seen him fight before, as he had seen me.

Sweat glistened on our bodies even though it was cold outside. Around us, people stood watching, betting on who would win.

Finally, he strode up to me. I laid him low with one punch. I winced as he fell to the ground. Perhaps I hit a bit too hard.

I unstrapped my boxing gloves and removed them from my sweaty hands. Someone- Nathan- passed me a towel and the money I earned. I stepped away from the circle and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

The music came into focus as I pushed away from the crowd. A dozen girls seemed to surround me, asking questions. Someone grabbed onto my bicep and that's when I lost it.

"Don't fucking touch me." I growled, causing them to back up, their eyes wide.

I got a flashback of her. Her soft, creamy skin had turned red from the tears. She was beautiful even then. She had backed up just as they had, and that moment would forever be engrained in my head. For the rest of my life, I would never forget it.

Nathan was my saving grace.

"Alright alright. You girls need to leave Zee alone. Besides, there's already someone here that's way more attractive." He sent them a charming smile as I pushed into the house.

The music got even louder as I opened the door. Thank god there wasn't any neighbors to complain. It was also hotter in there, way hotter than it was outside.

The people that weren't outside peered at me curiously. Who even invited these people? Most of their faces were unfamiliar to me, so they had to be from a different place.

I needed a drink.

As I entered the kitchen, I could see Jeremy making out with another one of his flings, right where the drinks were. Another image of her snuck its way into my mind.

Of how her lips felt, how they tasted. I clenched my jaw. She was gone, and I needed her out of my head.

"Jeremy. Please move." My voice was forceful, angry even.

He stopped and looked up at me worredly. His girl was still trying to get a taste of his lips.

"You okay, man?" I nodded my head to say yes. My hair fell onto my forhead and I raked it back.

"Yeah, I just need a drink. Can you please move?" This time my voice sounded more polite.

They moved, and I poured myself a shot. Then I threw my head back and drank, feeling it burn my throat.

She flashed through my mind again, with a few words.

"Promise me you won't..."

Then she was gone. I poured myself another shot.

It's too hot in here.

It was barely into the night, and already I could tell it wasn't going to be very good. Nathan wanted to have a party, though, and I guess it wasn't a party without me there.

Nathan was always a persuasive motherfucker.

I opened the door to go back outside, stepping out. As I did, a solid body ran into me, causing me to stumble. I growled in annoyance and turned to the source.